Lucy Grace

My Sweet Little Lucy Grace 
I am an object of scorn to my accusers;
   when they see me, they shake their heads.
  Help me, LORD my God;
   save me according to your unfailing love.
Let them know that it is your hand,
   that you, LORD, have done it.
While they curse, may you bless;
   may those who attack me be put to shame,
   but may your servant rejoice.  
 May my accusers be clothed with disgrace
   and wrapped in shame as in a cloak.
 With my mouth I will greatly extol the LORD;
   in the great throng of worshipers I will praise him.
For he stands at the right hand of the needy,
   to save their lives from those who would condemn them. 
Psalm 109:25-31
“He who is without sin among you, 
let him be the first to throw a stone at her.”
Again He stooped down and wrote on the ground.
When they heard it, they began to go out one by one,
beginning with the older ones,
and He was left alone, and the woman, where she was, in the center of the court.
Straightening up, Jesus said to her,  
“Woman, where are they? Did no one condemn you?”
 She said, “No one, Lord.”
And Jesus said, “I do not condemn you, either. 
Go. From now on sin no more.”
John 8:7-11