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. 
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 isÂ… My mask is off. My mask isÂ…