Is there anyone that fails? Is there anyone that falls?
Am I the only one in church today feelin’ so small?
When I take a look around, everybody seems so strong
I know they’ll soon discover – that I don’t belong.
So I tuck it all away, like everything’s okay.
If I make them all believe it, maybe I’ll believe it too…
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them.
Are we happy, plastic people – under shiny plastic steeples,
With walls around our weakness and smiles to hide our pain?
Well if the invitation’s open to every heart that has been broken,
Maybe then we’ll close the curtain on our stained glass masquerade.
Is there anyone who’s been there? Are there any hands to raise?
Am I the only one who’s traded the altar for a stage?
The performance is convincing, and we know every line by heart.
Only when no one is watching can we really fall apart.
But would it set me free – if I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person that you imagine me to be.
Would your arms be open, or would you walk away?
Would the love of Jesus be enough to make you stay?
Are we happy, plastic people – under shiny plastic steeples,
With walls around our weakness and smiles to hide our pain?
Well if the invitation’s open to every heart that has been broken,
Maybe then we’ll close the curtain on our .
-Mark Hall, Casting Crowns
