You stand in the wings pretending this is your thing
Pacing the floor with your face to the ground so no one can see your frown.
It’s time to smile as you look up, the congregation is waiting, for you to fill their cups
With the face of life, the truth, the right, but you can’t, because your life is a lie.
You are trying to sell what you don’t own, share what you haven’t sown,
encouraging people to listen to what you don’t know, that they may grow into…only God knows.
Yet, this is the face of the life you live, the one you seek to give,
to unsuspecting, hungry souls, eager to grasp every word you unfold,
even to the last bitter spill.