A mask to live behind,
My heart concealed.
Locked inside of me,
Secret beneath a shield.
Whirling doubts and fears,
Hidden out of sight.
Life's sorrows and griefs,
Drown by my night.
Packed in a box,
Stored out of view.
Buried deep within,
A raw and ugly hue.
The latch can be broken,
Problems spilling out.
Hurry them away again,
Before they're seen about.
Can anybody hear me?
Or love me through my past?
Does anybody know my heart?
Or just stone a weak outcast.
Rejections strong fingers,
Holding my lips close.
Not a whisper can escape,
My fears again arose.
Sprawled in my heart,
A toilsome and thistled Land.
Caught in the thrones,
Trapped in Fear's demand:
"No one can love you,
Who knows your brokenness.
No one will see you,
Stay barred and emotionless."
Guard your wounded heart.
Vulnerable is weak.
Behind the Dungeon Doors,
My heart forever keep.
Love found me there,
Trapped within the Cell.
He said my name,
And knelt where I fell.
His grace tore down
Every Wall and Lie.
Found my Hiding Place,
In His arms I cry.
My defended Fortress,
Built with a sturdy wall.
Deceived a safe dwelling,
Abiding coffin is all.
But my Maker knows my past,
And still holds me in His hand.
Far from Prison walls,
Forever in His Land.