I’ve been lip-syncing love for far too long
Mouthing the words to this life of a song
Making the motions and playing the part
While deathly silent remains my heart.
I’m tapping my feet; I’m clapping my hands,
Smiling and dancing in the congregate stands.
Yet from within there flows no voice.
Complacency, it seems, has been my choice.
I can put on a pretty convincing show
Because if you’re all singing, you’ll never know
That as the worshipping crowds drown out my omission,
Keeping this secret is my only ambition.
But then comes this Man who looks in my eyes
And says He can see straight through my disguise.
The words from His lips pierce deep like a sword
As my failures and faults lie bare to the Lord.
My lips are unclean. My hands are unwashed.
But He says, “I have come to save that which was lost.
I don’t want the self-righteous, the perfect, or rich.
They need nothing from Me. I heal the sick.
So take off your mask and your costume of pride.
If I dwell in you, you have no right to hide.”
I fell into His arms and sang softly there
A song of a His love with which none can compare
Resolving hereafter to never again
Be fake to my Faithful, my Sovereign, my Friend