pure

She stepped past the threshold and trembled with boldness,

looked up to the clouds that poured out their rain.

Her sin, like mascara, streamed off towards the mud

Washed in the torrent, the fall down of grace.

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Jesus: “Where are those accusers of yours? Has no one condemned you?”

Adulteress: “No one, Lord.” 

Jesus: “Neither do I condemn you; go and sin no more.” 

from john chapter 8, verses 1 through 11