[Verse 2] They stitched my name to a clip and passed it around, One cropped-out sentence became the whole town. Comment section jury with a verdict in caps, A thousand little torches lit from one screen tap. I said what I meant; I can own what I said, But you made a whole monster and fed it instead. *(low growl)* I’m not here to win every stranger’s approval, I answer to Christ, not the feed’s daily tribunal. *(dry chuckle)* [Verse 3] They call me the most hated Christian online, Like hate is a medal, like outrage is mine. But Jesus ate with the ones they pushed aside, And told the self-righteous to look within first. I won’t sell you a halo, won’t fake being clean, I’ve got dust on my shoes and a past in between. When I’ve been wrong, I’ll say it plain, Grace is not a shield from the weight of a name. [Verse 4] You want me to swing back, to sharpen the blade, To turn every insult into a crusade. But anger can dress up and call itself brave, While mercy keeps showing the path that can save. No spotless costume, no throne built of likes, Just trying to follow the words I recite. *(low growl)* If pride wants the crown, let it wait in the line; The cross says the last word—not your timeline. *(chaotic laughter)* [Chorus] They say I’m the one they can’t stand to see, But a comment can’t tell you who I’m meant to be. When the clip gets buried and the hot takes rust, Christ is still King, and that’s more than enough. *(dry chuckle, then laughter)* More than enough. [Outro] I was chasing a throne in a room full of noise, He turned my eyes back to the least of these lives. No mask, no deal, no applause to defend, Just grace at the start, and grace at the end. *(low growl, laughter fading)* Still here. Still held. Amen.
