3 acessos
I will not follow a stranger;
I ran from you because i did not know you.
In order to follow you, i must know you.
To be with him, i must know you, jesus.
I'm not going to lie, there's no other way.
Hiding behind the mask of false religion,
Or pure un-pure unbelief, there is a respect to be had.
But it is not for the mask,
But the heart that is un-knowing;
And therefore unbelieving that their true face,
Their real face, covering the one true faith.
That can only be had through you, christ jesus;
Could ever be, would ever be good enough for someone like you.
But again, truth: it's not a mask we need, lord.
Let our faces shine for you right now.
I'll prefer a helmet now; perhaps a sword of biblical proportions.
Strike down my enemies with your compassion, so they would know you.
You volunteer and paid more than i can ever afford.
You volunteer; you paid more. we will suffer.
Yet, we are called weak-minded.
Yet still, we suffer; but without worry, without fear,
Without regret, insecurities, sorrow, or unforgiveness!
Not because i hide what i've done; just the opposite.
My mask is… my mask is off. my mask is…