Stop Casting Stones

You stood there with your clean hands, calling my pain a crime, measured out my breaking point like I had crossed some holy line. You never saw the bruises that don't bloom on the skin, you only saw me leaving and called that my greatest sin. But you weren't there when the walls closed in. You weren't there for the nights I spent. Begging God to help me breathe While I was dying quietly. Stop casting stones from the safety of the crowd. Stop preaching mercy with your judgment so loud. You don't know the hell I carried alone. You don't know the road that led me home. I'm not asking you to bless the pain I've known. I'm just asking you To stop casting stones. You gave grace to the liar, called deception "just a flaw," but when I told the truth out loud, you reached straight for the law. You said love keeps enduring, you said suffering makes saints, but you never asked what happens when the soul can't take the weight. So don't dress control in scripture. Don't call silence peace. Don't bind up heavy burdens Then refuse to set me free. Stop casting stones from the safety of the crowd. Stop preaching mercy with your judgment so loud. You don't know the hell I carried alone. You don't know the road that led me home. I'm not asking you to bless the pain I've known. I'm just asking you To stop casting stones. Let the one without sin be the first to throw, but if your hands start shaking, maybe let them go. There's a mercy that tells the truth, there's a grace that doesn't hide, there's a Savior writing in the dust for the ones you pushed aside. Drop the stone. Step back. Mercy speaks. Stop casting stones from the safety of the crowd. Stop using heaven just to shame me out loud. You don't know the prayers I prayed on my knees. You don't know what it cost to leave. I'm not yours to condemn, control, or own. I found my way through the fire alone. So before you speak from a borrowed throne, Stop casting stones. I'm not yours to condemn, control, or own. I found my way through the fire alone. So before you speak from a borrowed throne, Stop casting stones. This ain't revenge, this is testimony, this ain't hatred, this is grief, this is what it sounds like when the wounded finally breathe. I found mercy in the dust, I found Jesus near the throne, so before you speak from a borrowed throne, stop casting stones.