A hand draws in the sand; no condemnation here is found. Where is the accuser now? The pebbles of judgment fall to the ground. She puts back on her clothes and leaves. With tear soaked eyes she takes one look back. All she wants is love; she's given herself again. New life conceived in her womb, the donor runs away. To the world she's just a filthy whore. A risen savior looks with loving eyes. Come to me dear child I make all things new.