The Judge

Through the nasty muddy street, she was dragged

Pelted with stones of various shapes and sizes

As they had a swell time on her flesh

Hurting nay sweet caress

Her skin discharging its red liquid content dutifully

Her crime?

She was caught doing the unthinkable

Where there is no law, there is no sin, they say

As she was charged at and dragged to the master’s feet

What shall we do to her? They sought

Devious and coward question!!!

The master was speechless

To judge or not to judge

Guilty as charged

Or

Discharge and acquitted

The brain chose the former

The heart took solace in the latter

Stooping down on bended knees

He said

Let the sinless man throw the first missile

Deafening silence ensued

Tick tock! Tick tock!! Tick tock!!!

Where are your accusers?

Hath none condemned thee?

He asked

As a crowd of many morphed into an audience of one

Neither do I

Go and sin NO MORE

I only know of one, who won’t judge nor condemn you, neither will He gossip about it nor make a mountain out of your mole hill. He won’t call it a dead end, or term it hopeless. He won’t tease you nor reply with a sarcasm.

He only tells you- Go and sin NO MORE

Try Jesus…

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