1d
When I look at you,
I don’t see Christ.
As a Christian, I know how often we say
That Christ should be seen
In the way we live and the words we speak.
But when I look at you—
I don’t see Christ anymore.
When I look at you,
I see Satan.
I see birds drowning
In oil-slicked feathers.
I smell rotting eggs
And feel the bile rising in my throat.
I see crocodile teeth
And blood on your hands.
I hear your deceit—
I swear, I can taste your lies,
Rancid as spoiled meat.
I do not see Christ in your smile.
I do not hear kindness
In the “kind” words you speak.
Though they may sound sweet,
They are soaked in decay.
I don’t see Christ in you anymore.
When I look at you—
I see Satan
Hiding behind
All of your hidden doors.
I don’t see Christ.
As a Christian, I know how often we say
That Christ should be seen
In the way we live and the words we speak.
But when I look at you—
I don’t see Christ anymore.
When I look at you,
I see Satan.
I see birds drowning
In oil-slicked feathers.
I smell rotting eggs
And feel the bile rising in my throat.
I see crocodile teeth
And blood on your hands.
I hear your deceit—
I swear, I can taste your lies,
Rancid as spoiled meat.
I do not see Christ in your smile.
I do not hear kindness
In the “kind” words you speak.
Though they may sound sweet,
They are soaked in decay.
I don’t see Christ in you anymore.
When I look at you—
I see Satan
Hiding behind
All of your hidden doors.
This piece is for the leaders I once looked up to—those in YWAM who claimed the name of Christ but chose power, deception, and harm.
It’s not written in hate.
It’s written in grief.
It’s written in truth.
Because there’s nothing Christ-like about manipulation, silence in the face of abuse, or hiding behind spiritual language to justify control.
I used to see Christ in you.
But now—I see something else.
It’s not written in hate.
It’s written in grief.
It’s written in truth.
Because there’s nothing Christ-like about manipulation, silence in the face of abuse, or hiding behind spiritual language to justify control.
I used to see Christ in you.
But now—I see something else.
