Sinner's Lament

Disclaimer: In no way is this poem referring to anyone in particular and in no way do I want to sound like I'm judging any one. Pictures below are me and my gf before Christ and after Christ... I tried to write this poem imagining myself as a non-Christian. All hypothetical...

You really must be joking
You assume I don't have ears
Yet tales of things you say and do
Get round for me to hear

You look, condemn and judge my life
With beady, questioning eyes
You call yourself a child of God
And each day pass me by

I hear the words "you heathen"
It's written on your face
It's why I'm not in church, no more
I couldn't stand the place

Did God not ever tell you
Judge not lest ye be judged?
Surprised I know a Bible verse?
Or too caught up with a grudge?

I've seen right through the fakeness
"Praise God!" on Sunday morn
When service stops you head your way
Cuss, swear and watch some porn

You quote all memory verses
Like some doctrinal star
I've always clocked you downing pints
And smoking at the bar

I'm living in lasciviousness
It's all I ever knew
At least there's no facade unlike a
Hypocrite like you

You think I want to be here?
Where sin and evil dwell?
You really think I'd rather spend
Eternity in hell?

The questions to this life
Mine's always in a mess
I wanted something genuine
Much more than just "God bless"

But no, you hang with friends
And organize your worship "shows"
2 blocks down I hurt and there's
No one to help me grow

You've preached on how to reach
The lost in distant lands
And yet you never love the ones
Beside you when you can

You argue with the leaders
'Bout litugical traditions
You're sorting annual business plans
Ignoring my condition

You want to look real pious
So you help out Uncle Dave
Hope for God to bless you with
10 fold of what you gave

What happened to agape love
When all I had was hate?
Just guess the reason why I'm in
This sad demential state

I did not hear the truth because
You've kept it all this while
Although one verse from Mark or John
Would've helped to make me smile

So go about your weekly chores
But know each passing day
Drifts by as you enjoy God's love
As my life wastes away

P.S. What would happen if this was a real non-Christian writing the poem and Christians got offended by the very people they are trying to reach? What happens to people left in the peripherary because Christians got offended at something a non-believer said?