The Greatest Things are the Hardest
Fr. Paul Ward
The Lord upon a dawning day
Taught all the people to pray;
He preached the Father’s gentleness
Gave us hope, with caress.
But then they came with noise and fuss
Wanting to vanquish good Jesus.
Their hate within, their snarl without,
Feigned to be glad with a pout.
For there they threw the girl the found
Die she must, stoned she would be,
Shouting to sing with resound
To trap the Christ’s own deity.
And he, “But what about the man?
Your very judgment I write,
If one of you is without sin
Only he throw the first stone.”
Woman look up, where are your accusers?
I am the Lord and forgive you!