[Verse 1]
Stones in their hands,
voices like thunder,
shadows fell long
as they dragged her through the dust.
Her heartbeat trembled,
nowhere to run to,
every whispered secret
laid bare in the open sun.
She braced for the ending,
the law weighed against her—
eyes on the ground
as her world came undone.
[Pre-Chorus]
But then the crowd shifted,
the shouting grew still…
Footsteps of mercy
walked in against their will…
[Chorus]
*And He said, “Where are they now?
Who is left to condemn you?”
Love stood between
the broken and the stones.
He wrote in the dust,
and the guilty hearts trembled—
One by one
they dropped their weapons and went home.
“I don’t accuse you… go now, be free.”
Grace lifted her face—
and she finally could breathe.
[Verse 2]
Her shame like a prison,
her past like a chain,
every cruel accusation
still echoing inside.
But He saw a daughter
not the weight of her failures,
He saw every tear
she fought so long to hide.
Her knees were shaking,
her soul nearly shattered—
till His eyes met hers
and the storm calmed to quiet.
[Pre-Chorus]
The ground where she trembled
became holy that day—
Mercy knelt down
so her fear could fall away…
[Chorus]
*And He said, “Where are they now?
Who is left to condemn you?”
Love stood between
the broken and the stones.
He wrote in the dust,
and the guilty hearts trembled—
One by one
they dropped their weapons and went home.
“I don’t accuse you… go now, be free.”
With one word from Him—
every chain lost its key.
[Bridge]
Oh, the kindness of a Savior
who steps into our ruin,
silencing the voices
that said we’re beyond repair.
He lifts up the fallen,
He heals the unheard of,
And writes a new story
where despair had left us bare.
No sin too heavy,
no scar too deep—
when Jesus is the one
who stands up for the weak.
[Final Chorus]
“Where are they now?
Who is left to condemn you?”
The stones that were raised
will never touch your soul.
Grace in His whisper,
fire in His compassion—
Love rewrote the ending
when He made her whole.
“I don’t accuse you… go now, be free.”
Her past lost its power
when His mercy spoke peace.
[Outro]
She walked from that moment
with her heart resurrected—
Free by the love
of the One who stooped low.
A story of ashes
turned into redemption—
Because Jesus stepped in
and called her His own.
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