As a child, I learnt
that you could never let them see
the you that you were meant to be.

As I grew,
I learnt to hide the real me
deep inside.

Lost in a place I could not see
was the me I was meant to be.

As I grew older,
the masks I used to hide
became so skilful
no one could look inside.

The pain I carried was so real,
yet from everyone
I could conceal.

When I met You,
I could no longer hide
the me that I had kept deep inside.

The masks I wore were many in their array.
They helped me live
the role I played.

Mother.
Daughter.
Sister.
Wife.

Each one crafted
from the pain I hid inside.

Your light broke through
and cracked the masks.
They were no longer roles to play.

You saw me as I truly was,
and still You loved me
just because.

You gave Your all
on a broken tree
to help me find
my real identity.

At times still,
I may get lost,
but You always bring me back
to the cross.

The masks are broken,
my life renewed,
and now I can be
what You called me to.

I no longer need to hide
because You are living on my inside.

The pain and the hurt
are barely there,
because Your Spirit now resides.

I no longer need to hide.

I can be who I truly am.
Your love has set me free
to be who it is
I am called to be.