Faces
Sitting in the joyful worship atmosphere
She raised her hand in victory and praise
Inside she was hurting, a victim of abuse
But she concealed the pain behind a face.
Standing for prayer, he bowed his head in rev’rence
The voices of defeat within him raged
Today his boss had said, “We don’t need you now”
The worthless feelings hid behind a face.
A mother holds a toddler squirming to get down
The musician leads in a song of grace
“I can’t go on any more” she cries in her heart
A look of calm composure on her face.
The middle-aged couple, charter members here
Fought together all the way to church
But to see the division that’s plaguing them
‘Neath cover of faces you need search.
Discouraged and disheartened, the pastor starts to speak
Pouring out what’s left of his heart
Each face a perfect mask before him as he preaches
He dons his own and plays his part.
What would we see if we could pull away each face
And read only the heart and soul behind?
If we could see with Spirit eyes as our Lord saw
What sorrows, pain and heartaches would we find?
But it is easier to come, never showing our pain
Sitting in the pew with mask in place
As the front of the building doesn’t show what’s in its walls
Neither will a heart be shown by face.