Guilty, Guilty

We surround the pleading sinner
Our hands raised in the air
Grasping stones to kill him
As he begs for mercy there
We sneer at his misery
Our ears cold to his cry
The verdict has been given
This pathetic fool must die

Guilty, guilty, we all chant
You deserve no breath
In holy piety we rant
'You must be put to death'
We scream self-righteous slogans
Our hatred fills the air
As stones fling fast and furious
Upon the sinner there

With ill-devised excuses
We silence his last cry
Fulfilling in our lofty minds
Our ‘duty’ to mankind
Forgetting when we saw perfection
In Heaven’s spotless Lamb
We still cried “Guilty, guilty”
And we crucified Him

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Janet Martin


When they kept on questioning Him (Jesus),
He straightened up and said to them,
“If any one of you is without sin,
Let him be the first to throw a stone
at her.”