I wake up,
put the first one on.
I look at my reflection,
the real me is gone. 
 

I walk around,
this mask hides my face. 
I want to pull it off, 
fear holds it in place. 
 

I pick up my Bible,
now I know the truth.
Jesus always loves me, 
the cross is the proof.
 

The need for the mask,
slowly fades away.
no more will it be needed,
to make it each day.
 

Now that dirty old mask,
I always wore.
Jesus freed me,
I bear it no more.