Though we try to mask the way we feel
And dress ourselves in ways unreal
We cannot change what's deep within
For we find ourselves again and again
Sometimes we try with all our our noise
To silence the sound of His dear voice
And while we're trying to avoid our being
We cling to what obstructs our seeing
Before the Creator we'll stand unmasked
And find our answers before we've asked
Nothing will matter of what's displayed
What's inside us will be on parade.
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