Mustache: Plus 10

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…