No Condemnation

This poem is based on John 8:2-11 and inspired by a sermon at my church several years ago.

She stood guilty and trembling before Him that day, 
Condemned and undone, with nothing to say.
Thrown on her knees in the dust before Christ,
She knew that justice demanded her life.

She looked up and saw the look on His face,
Though Justice pursued her, she knelt before Grace.
And as her accusers came circling around,
Jesus stooped over and wrote on the ground.

One by one, all the men who surrounded her left,
Of their self-righteousness fully bereft.
"Where are thine accusers?" He questioned her then,
"Hath no man condemned thee?" "No man, Lord," she said.

She saw only Him as He reached out His hand,
He lifted her up and helped her to stand.
"Neither do I condemn thee." Christ tenderly claimed,
His pow'r as God's Son to forgive and to save.

She'd never heard of such mercy before,
And then He commanded, "Now go, sin no more."
The worst day she'd known became her life's best,
In His love she departed, hopeful and blessed.

This woman's story is yours and is mine,
Though we were yet sinners, He stooped down beside.
He called us by name to find mercy in Him,
And wiped clean the record of all of our sin.

Oh, sinner who's guilty, come fall at His feet,
This miracle for you He longs to repeat,
And you too, rejoicing, will go and depart,
With no condemnation and Christ in your heart.