She was led there for condemnation
They knew her fate was now insured
As He heard every accusation
Her shame and her guilt endured
They knew death was the right solution
But the Lord had another plan
Take away their righteous illusion
Teach compassion to every man
You are her accusers
You try to abuse her
You don't know the Holy One
Who of you is worthy
Who will see His glory
Who will throw the first stone
Throw the first stone
There are none of us here so righteous
That our lives are not marred by sin
Our vain strivings become so pious
We lose touch with the grace within
Jesus cries for our heartless anger
He once bled just to pay the price
We forget how we once refused love
How we saw life with blinded eyes
We are the accusers
We are the abusers
We think we're the Holy One
Who of us is worthy
Who will see the glory
Who will throw the first stone
We are the accusers
We are the abusers
We think we're the Holy One
Who of us is worthy
Who will see the glory
Who will throw the first stone
We are the accusers
We are the abusers
We think we're the Holy One
Who of us is worthy
Who will see the glory
Who will throw the first stone
Throw the first stone
