Freedom From Condemnation
She struggled frantically as she was yanked from the bed
Hauled into the street straight to the temple, no match for her rabble size
With bare foot struggling to find their footings
Hammered fear, cold deafeningly in her heart in commotion
Ha! She knew what is coming, she has sinned!
As she had experience of another woman stoned by scornful mob
She never imagine herself in the same fate, set not for adultery
A terrible mistake to meet him alone, she knew
Too late, no room for escape, capital punishment
Price for adultery, accordance to Moses law; God’s justice
She smells the fragrance, precinct; dragged like a rag doll
It is the temple! That housed the bronze altar
Where her father assured of Blessings as a growing child in Jeru
Halt! Religious mobs stopped
Unto the feet of who they called teacher; chief executioner
Let the trial begin! Shivering uncontrollably,
Bowed and covered her face with her hair in shame
Sentenced to death by stoning
Then, the encounter begin, first salvo from the accuser
He said “Teacher; she was in the act”, the very act
Moses said stone, what do you say? As she was anticipated
Further humiliation, except a deafening silence
Is the teacher deaf? Citing via corner of her eyes
He stoop down and write on the ground
Should we stone her? The accusers poised, ready to shoot
Arise, teacher with a majestic voice, articulating word
With perfect blend of authority et compassion
“Stone her, if you are without sin”, he said
As he stooped down again and continue to write
Who is this teacher? She bewilder by his voice, I adulterer, sinful
Condemned, bitten, not him from small village of Nazareth?
The healer, lover of sinner, is he defending me?
Who is this man? She frightened on her mind
Thud, Thud, Thud; sound of her salivation
Accusers stones fell impotent on the ground, mob dispersed
Full of Love et compassion, as she lifted her eyes unto his face
Where are your accusers and condemners?
She had not mattered, all that mattered, warranted her death
Accusers gone, rescuer speaking as if she mattered
“No one Lord”, a grateful response from her
Now LORD and not teacher as the Pharisees addressed
He wasn’t an ordinary teacher but the Saviour, rescuer
“Neither do I condemn you, go and sin no more”
Words she can never forget, as she recounts
Law of Moses, God’s Justice
Grace of Jesus, God’s righteousness
A re-written commandment of law
He was Judged, condemned, we were forgiven, accepted
Aye! Neither will I condemn you, GO AND SIN NO MORE!
Copyright © Afolabi Oluwaseun | Year Posted 2019
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