I wrote this shortly after my stint as a worship leader was done. Not trying to be confrontational, or controversial... this is my personal journey and I invite those who care to commiserate to do so... those who don't are certainly welcome to their stance as well... I would never claim to have all the answers... just the feelings...
The Show
There’s a face you show to strangers
There’s a face you show to friends
There’s a face you show while singing until the music finally ends
There’s a face you show for pain, there’s a face you show for joy
There’s a face
That’s set in place
To hide that you’re annoyed
But I never dare
To try and share
The face that You gave me
I guess it’s time
For a face that’s mine
Revealing what You see
If that means that I’m done singing
And it’s time to just let go
That’s alright with me
Cuz Lord, You see
I’m tired of “The Show”
“The Show” has to be just right
It has to run on time
It must be fresh, it must be light, must not step out of line
We must keep people coming, perfection understood
Details consume
And take more room
Than they ever should
But I rarely pause
To consider cause
Or to simply stop and be
I want the chance
To laugh and dance
And feel the joy You bring
If that means that I’m done singing
And it’s time for me to go
It’s alright with me
Cuz Lord, You see
I’m tired of the show
And if it means that I’m done hiding
because you're asking me to grow
It’s ok with me
Cuz You’ve set me free
to live a life without "The Show"
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