[Intro] They brought a woman... Stones already in their hands. Jesus knelt... And wrote something in the sand... [Verse 1] Nobody knows the words He wrote, No witness kept the page. Just silence on the temple floor, A lesson for every age. Was it pride? Was it greed? Hidden anger no one sees? Was it all the secret things They buried underneath? Did they watch their faces change As every letter touched the dust? Did Heaven write what no one knew... Except the God who fashioned us? [Pre-Chorus] Before I lift another stone... Maybe I should read the ground. [Chorus] What if my name was written there? What would the letters say? The things I've hidden from the world, The sins I pray away. Would mercy still be waiting there, Like sunrise after rain? If Christ could love that trembling soul, He'd love this heart the same. So I'll lay my stone down gently, And kneel beside the sand. Needing grace... Just like everyone. [Verse 2] I've judged a stranger with one glance, Held grudges far too long. Spoke with kindness to their face, Then criticized at home. I've loved myself more than my neighbor, Chosen comfort over truth. Expected mercy for my failures, Justice only meant for you. How many fingerprints are mine On stones I've never thrown? How many hearts have I condemned Inside my thoughts alone? [Pre-Chorus] Before I point another finger... Maybe I should search my own. [Chorus] What if my name was written there? What would the letters say? The things I've hidden from the world, The sins I pray away. Would mercy still be waiting there, Like sunrise after rain? If Christ could love that trembling soul, He'd love this heart the same. So I'll lay my stone down gently, And kneel beside the sand. Needing grace... Just like everyone. [Bridge] One by one they walked away, Oldest first, then everyone. Not because they were condemned... Because they finally saw. The dust became a mirror, Not a courtroom floor. Every heart stood equal there, In need of something more. Blessed are the merciful... For mercy finds them too. [Final Chorus] What if all our names were written there? Would any stand alone? Or would every soul discover We're more alike than known? Then maybe we'd stop throwing stones, And start extending hands. Following the One who knelt... And wrote love in the sand. [Outro] No one knows what Jesus wrote... Maybe that was always part Of the invitation. To wonder... To reflect... To lay the stone down... And let mercy write the rest.
