John 8:7  So when they continued asking Him, He lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.

 

John 8:8  And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground.

 

 

 

Reaching up both hands … hungering for a blessing

 

Worshipping the Lord with stones in my hands

 

Waiting to be filled and in such requesting

 

To be more like Christ and like Him to understand

 

 

 

Searching for a target to activate God’s judgment

 

There is so much filth and where is the most unworthy?

 

Here flies the first stone to my desire’s fulfillment

 

Won’t the Lord be happy as I try to serve Him?

 

 

 

The stone at full speed hit where it needs to be

 

Like an explosion it hits and scatters glass

 

I jump up and down, yes you all look at me

 

Now I’m bleeding from my feet and stand here aghast

 

 

 

The target that I hit was my own reflection

 

The one I get along with so very, very well

 

No more mirrors on the wall to answer my question

 

“Aren’t I pretty good? You don’t have to yell 

 

 

 

Jan Wienen