You see them on Sunday morning.
Hearts lifted and hands raised.
They appear to have it together
Yet, inside an internal craze.
No one paying attention long enough
No one would truly catch the signs
This suicidal Christian
Hidden weekly in the prayer line.
Who will have the eye to see?
The ear to hear the pain?
Who will step out of their holy box
To reach one who's already "saved"
The suicidal Christian
Although they care to believe
Life has not treated them well
And no one cares to see
We may seek to save the lost
Yet many are within the church
What will it take the notice these
Who suffer a deeper hurt?
Many lovers of Christ
Sitting on your very pew
Unsure how to move forward
Internally abused.
Ready to end their life
Yet silently, no one sees
This suicidal Christian
Once, sincerely, me
Yet someone cared to notice
Someone thought to pray
Depression and defeat
In my life, could no longer stay
The story ended well
For this person in distress
Yet the church is full of others
Where will they find their rest?
May you have eyes to see
Those in need of a personal touch.
The suicidal Christian
Is depending on such
Instead of being overwhelmed
Or annoyed by their grief
Will you be the listening ear?
That this one truly needs?
Will you look past your perceptions
Will you be the loving voice of Christ
For this suicidal Christian
It may just save their life..
Written by A Former Suicidal Christian, Victoria Riollano
To read my testimony of how I overcame my suicidal thoughts through one beautiful encounter with Christ click here.