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As they threw her to the ground He quickly drew back into the crowd Adjusting his clothing Hoping to go unnoticed To fit in He watched her Cover her bare breast With his prayer shawl Why hadn't he been smart enough To grab that from her? She long raven hair Was a poor covering For her nearly naked form The anger around him Was a wave of sound That throbbed over the crowd Increasing in volume to a feverish pitch They had planned it well The scheme to trap him The young upstart Nazarene The young rabbi The revolutionary Who spoke of love And a new kingdom He had been paid well To seduce her The timing had to be right But he almost forgot all that As he tasted her beauty And drank in her wonder As he ravished her body She was exquisite in every way And just when he was about to Consummate the treachery They burst in on them As they pulled him off of her He heard her screams as she Tried to clean away what He’d left behind Some of them pawed her Hungry Wishing they could have a turn Yet knowing that there was a greater purpose They restrained themselves Unleashing their anger In rough handling And in shaming her with words That made him cringe In the town courtyard they found him Speaking to the masses Healing… And they flung her to the ground before him Demanding to know What to do with an adulteress.... What would he answer? Either way…they had him nailed To stone her was the thing to do According to the law of Moses Would he uphold it? If he let her go They could say he had come to abolish The law…and he would lose The confidence of the masses As he stared at her Through the gaps in the crowd He almost felt guilty Almost... The money he would be paid Would help in many ways And the pleasure had been intense He looked for a stone Had to play the part If someone else recognized him Or that cursed prayer shawl He would be stoned as well He shouted Louder than the others More vehemently than the others “Stone her, Stone the prostitute” The pushing and shoving lessened The sound was dying out His eyes were transfixed on the young Rabbi What was that expression on his face? What was that look in his eyes? He took in the woman at his feet Balled up on the ground... She was frantically trying to cover herself All the while Sobbing out her shame Her long hair veiling her face In his eyes There was no disgust No revulsion No hate A shadow of indescribable sadness crossed his face As he bent down beside her... Please Continue to Part II for the ending.

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The First Stone- Part I

As they threw her to the ground He quickly drew back into the crowd Adjusting his clothing Hoping to go unnoticed To fit in He watched her Cover her bare breast With his prayer shawl Why hadn't he been smart enough To grab that from her? She long raven hair Was a poor covering For her nearly naked form The anger around him Was a wave of sound That throbbed over the crowd Increasing in volume to a feverish pitch They had planned it well The scheme to trap him The young upstart Nazarene The young rabbi The revolutionary Who spoke of love And a new kingdom He had been paid well To seduce her The timing had to be right But he almost forgot all that As he tasted her beauty And drank in her wonder As he ravished her body She was exquisite in every way And just when he was about to Consummate the treachery They burst in on them As they pulled him off of her He heard her screams as she Tried to clean away what He’d left behind Some of them pawed her Hungry Wishing they could have a turn Yet knowing that there was a greater purpose They restrained themselves Unleashing their anger In rough handling And in shaming her with words That made him cringe In the town courtyard they found him Speaking to the masses Healing… And they flung her to the ground before him Demanding to know What to do with an adulteress.... What would he answer? Either way…they had him nailed To stone her was the thing to do According to the law of Moses Would he uphold it? If he let her go They could say he had come to abolish The law…and he would lose The confidence of the masses As he stared at her Through the gaps in the crowd He almost felt guilty Almost... The money he would be paid Would help in many ways And the pleasure had been intense He looked for a stone Had to play the part If someone else recognized him Or that cursed prayer shawl He would be stoned as well He shouted Louder than the others More vehemently than the others “Stone her, Stone the prostitute” The pushing and shoving lessened The sound was dying out His eyes were transfixed on the young Rabbi What was that expression on his face? What was that look in his eyes? He took in the woman at his feet Balled up on the ground... She was frantically trying to cover herself All the while Sobbing out her shame Her long hair veiling her face In his eyes There was no disgust No revulsion No hate A shadow of indescribable sadness crossed his face As he bent down beside her... Please Continue to Part II for the ending.