Would that same finger, scribble on the sand of my heart?

Conviction came to the mob, while Jesus scribbled. Justification came to the woman through His words, but those who were her accusers slunk away. Help us to be forth coming in our repentance to You, Dear Lord. I pray that I would not be the religious accusers, distanced from God by my self-righteousness, but one who feels the hand of Jesus upon me in my own "mea culpas".