Quietly she weeps, afraid to speak,
Afraid he’ll not understand.
Expressing feelings is so hard
And things get so out of hand.
It’s time to go yet she hesitates.
She’s never felt so betrayed.
7 am – time to put on the mask
For life is a masquerade.
“Jesus save me”, she desperately cries.
“Take away the pain.”
He strips away her public face
And takes away her shame.
Jesus, Conqueror, Deliverer, Savior,
Takes away the mask of shame.
Life’s masquerade is over
By the Power of His Name.
Silence lingers in the air,
He doesn’t understand.
How did it ever come to this?
This wasn’t in their plans.
He tries to help her understand
But can’t get beyond the shame.
7 am - time to put on the mask
For life is a masquerade.
“Jesus save me”, he desperately cries.
“Take away the pain.”
He strips away his public face
And takes away his shame.
Jesus, Conqueror, Deliverer, Savior,
Takes away the mask of shame.
Life’s masquerade is over
By the Power of His Name.
At the end of the day when all that’s left
Is guilt and unending pain.
Remember Christ, the Risen Lord,
Suffered to bear your shame.
Jesus, Conqueror, Deliverer, Savior,
Takes away the mask of shame.
Life’s masquerade is over
By the Power of His Name.
Copyright © Nan Rogers Stilwell All rights reserved
May 18, 2010
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