Stained Glass

I don't think it bothers the world that we sin.
I think it bothers the world that we act like we don't.
There are times that instead of being myself and exposing my own weakness and hurt, I portray a character of the person that I know I should be.
But when I let my self be weak and frail at times, believing in the body of Christ he restores me, as i should be.
It is not easy to pretend we are what we are not.

Is there anyone that fails?
Is there anyone that falls?
Am I the only one in church today, feeling so small?
Because when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong.
I know they'll soon discover
That I don't belong.
So I tuck it all away
Like everything's OK.
If I make them all believe it
Maybe I'll believe it too.
So with a painted grin
I'll play the part again
So everyone will see me
The way that I see them.
Are we happy plastic people?
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles that hide our pain.
The invitations open
To every heart that's been broken.
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade.
Is there anyone who's been there?
Are there any hands raised?
Am I the only one who's traded
In the altar for a stage?
The performance is convincing.
We know every line in my heart.
Only when no one is watching can we really fall apart.
But would it set me free?
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
You imagine me to be.
Or would your eyes be opened?
Or would you walk away?
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay?