All eyes turn to look.
What do they see in my life?
Is it an open book?
Do I deny them the skies?
Do they see Christ’s compassion,
Or something they can ignore?
Is it after the world’s fashion,
Or do they see something more?
How do you see me,
Mingled with the crowd?
How do you see me,
Does it shout out loud?
I’ve hidden behind a mask.
Changing like the tide.
Avoiding the questions they ask,
But this fire burns inside.
On knees I say,
“God shine through me,
Now and everyday,
For them to see.”