The Mask of Christianity
Empty smile painted faces
Extended hands and social
graces
Little boys who know their
verses
Women with designer purses
Suits and ties – a bible
clutched
Whose hearts the Savior has
not touched
Sit in pews as worship starts
With vacant eyes and empty
hearts
Actors trained and singers
taught
They sit and rise without a
thought
Of who He is, and yet they come
Their gaze is blank—their
hearts are numb
They walk around from
day-to-day
With empty words you hear
them say
“Praise the Lord, Praise the
Lord”
Their sheath is bare—they
have no sword.
A mask of Christianity
Has become their sad reality
No saving grace - no love is
known
The fruit is fake – no seeds
are sown
O’ Lord remove their fake veneer
Let them see the Savior’s
tear
Pierce their souls-with fiery
darts
Give them life – change their
hearts
D.L.
Kane - 10-24-09
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