There are some who say

The church is a sacred place—

And to let my feelings show

Would be a real disgrace.

*

So as I dressed for church

And finished with my hair—

I glanced into the mirror

To be sure my mask was there.

*

I heard the Lord so gently

Speaking to my soul

“My child, I long to touch you—

I want to make you whole…”

*

“I brought you here today—

Not for you to hide—

But that others on life’s journey

Could help you see inside…

*

“In the world, it’s hard

To let the real you show—

But here, My child, you’re safe—

It’s where hurting people go.

*

I long to help you children—

That’s why My church was born—

Come unto Me, I’ll help you mend

When you feel tossed and torn…”

*

My tears began to flow—and

My mask slipped to the floor—

But it’s OK—I’m welcome here—

I won’t need it anymore.

Author Unknown

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