The Mask

A changing mosaic, the mystery of you.
Only God can unmask and see what is true.
You can change the moods written clearly on your face,
But to change your heart needs a measure of God’s Grace.

Through the mirror I see a foggy measure of me,
But this is not what I want God, or you to see.

Through the mirror runs veins of weak faults I know,
Silvered poor reflections thwart my desire to grow.

I retire behind my mask endeavoring to hide
The true picture of me that lives down deep inside.

A changing mosaic, the mystery of you.
Only God can unmask and see what is true.
You can change the moods written clearly on your face,
But to change your heart needs a measure of God’s Grace.

I want to make my Father proud of the work I’ve done in me.
But alas His words again come back and will not let me be

I have worked hard to rise above the gratification of me
My works are all in vain for it was Jesus who set me free.

I work because His love has taken up residence inside
There is no need to wear a mask and even attempt to hide.

A changing mosaic, the mystery of you.
Only God can unmask and see what is true.
You can change the moods written clearly on your face,
But to change your heart needs a measure of God’s Grace.

I want to take off this mask that causes me such pain.
And be made alive in the truth that is me once again.

Determined that for all time a charade I will not be,
And lay hold to the Christ whose love has set me free.

Without the mask there will be no need to put on a show,
For the genuine me will be clearly the only one to know.

A changing mosaic, the mystery of you.
Only God can unmask and see what is true.
You can change the moods written clearly on your face,
But to change your heart needs a measure of God’s Grace.