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…