I watch the hand of him
who writes my sins upon the sand
and I wonder if it is not I
that should be stoned,
words of accusation thrown against me
in a court of law, on trial.
I look upon him who has wronged me
and see only someone who is scared.
So I hand my weighted stones
to Jesus of bitterness, anger and pain
and as He takes my rocks away
I noticed that He has already cleared my name
and all my sins erased.
Is forgiveness really so devine
or just a natural response
for He has paid this debt of mine.
– libby fraser