A fortress is a solid place,
Living in one is no disgrace.
A mask is like that,
Where you can hide your face.
The fortress I built is a solid place,
A solid place to hide my face.
My fortress is the inner me,
It keeps the outer me in place.
The inner me is behind the mask,
I try hard not to show my face.
The outer face is all folks see,
And that is,...just in case...
We all wear masks every now and then,
Folks say they care, but I don't recall when.
They ask now and then if you are OK,
If you say you are not, they just slip away.
When I am told care is a Christian way,
I am tempted to believe,
That it will snow on a summers day,
Before their help I will receive.
So I'll keep my mask until that day,
When Jesus comes to take me away.
Then I'll take off my mask at last,
For all my hurt will be in the past.
For in heaven, I won't need a mask,
For God knows me inside out.
His love is everlasting,
Of this I have no doubt.
© Dave Timperley 2012