The Word Writes Poem by Rightly Considered

In the hours of the morning
the scribes had found a way
in the dense forest of the law
a lethal trap they lay
sure to catch this heretic
their long hunted prey

He watches as they encircle
A stone in every hand
the song of every heart:
'Death! The law's demand! '

Hearing judgement from the crowd
He responds to their creed
The Word writes in the dust
but Himself they will read

In every heart, accusation
hatred in their bosom nurse
the sword of his word will disarm
every fist in all the universe:

'If righteousness you do infer
be the first to throw a stone at her.'

His words have torn the veil
the truth they plainly see
'Before any other
I must throw this stone at me'

One hand did not loose it's rock
The story did not end
One must make a fatal blow
A righteous God she did offend

Death she can not evade
Nor the law can she bend
For this the very gallows made
for each and every sin

But as the noose is tightened
and the fatal stone descend
The mystery to her unveiled
Her death was died by him