The Verdict Of Truth Poem by Christen Kuikoua

This is me. And this is truth.
I'm not speaking from a pedestal
I'm speaking from the battlefield.
This is not a performance. This is a plea.
To you.And to myself.

Let's stop lying to ourselves.
You can't be halfway in and halfway out.
One foot in church, one foot in sin.
It doesn't work. It never did.

You can't raise your hands in worship
and then use those same hands to entertain the darkness.
You can't sing "Holy Spirit, You are welcome here"
And then play music that pushes Him out.

You can't fake fire and call it faith.
Stop showing up to worship nights and revival events
just to go back to the same chains you swore to leave behind.
You think the enemy cares that you showed up?
He only gets nervous when you change.

Let's be real…
The devil doesn't mind you wearing the Christian merch,
posting the Bible verse,
Or the famous am a christian on social media bio
crying during that one bridge in the worship set
As long as you never repent. As long as you never turn.
You will Have him Behind your Back Cling

I know this hurts.
It's supposed to.
Because truth doesn't coddle it confronts.
It rips the blindfold. It shakes the sleep.
It makes your excuses uncomfortable.

But hear me…
I'm not judging you.
For I am you.

I've been the one in both worlds.
I've sung to God and still flirted with sin.
I've praised with my lips and ignored Him with my life.
I've cried in the presence and ran back to what broke me.
And every time, I felt that pit, the ache, the guilt, the silence.

But God never gave up on me.
And He's not giving up on you either.
That's why you're hearing this right now.

He's calling you.
Not to perform. Not to pretend.
But to come home.

The party's not worth it.
The fake friends, the distractions, the secret sin
it's not worth your soul.
It numbs you now, but it'll break you later.
And God wants to heal you now.

So come back.
For real.
Fall on your face.
Cry if you need to.
Scream if you have to.
But don't stay silent in your sin.

This generation needs raw truth.
Not watered down. Not made cute.
Truth that saves. Truth that breaks chains.3
Truth that brings dead hearts back to life.

"Return to Me with all your heart, with fasting, weeping and mourning."— Joel 2: 12
That's the verse. That's the call.
I speak not because I'm clean, but because I'm being cleansed.
I speak because if He didn't reach me when He did, I wouldn't be alive to speak.

So yeah, it's hard.
But hard doesn't mean impossible.
Repentance is still possible.
Holiness is still possible.
Freedom is still possible.
With the help of the holy spirit

And I'm praying for you, and for me
That we turn now, before it's too late.
That we drop the phone, the mask, the sin and finally run home
To our loving father