Behind A Mask Of Smiles Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Is what we speak, of David’s Root
Is what we do, God’s will
We see the tree we see the fruit
We see the graveyards fill


Stylishly dressed in suit and gown
Our lives display no flaw
Yet still we play the devil’s clown
We live as Satan’s whore


We swagger down the churches aisles
Content we’ll sit in pews
But God can see our mask of smiles
Can see behind our ruse


These hypocrites, is loud the cry
The world shrinks back in awe
In spiritual rags yet children die
Outside the churches door


Life’s stumbling blocks of flesh and bone
So constant through each age
Will stand before our God alone
When Judgement turns their page


But is this how the saved should live
When raised as Jesus’ bride
Has not the church the world to give
If Christ in truth’s inside


If Jesus’ Spirit set us free
If Jesus’ love we share
How is God’s light in us to see
Gorging satanic fare


Is God exalted in our thought
Delighted in our deeds
Is this the truth Christ Jesus taught
Or fruit from Satan’s weeds