Facade
Perfect smile on a painted face
that hides the truth within.
Bloodshot eyes and bags erased,
another day begins.
On bended knee she finds her place
and strength to lift her chin;
every breath now wrapped in Grace,
by day the grief won’t win.
Evening causes light to fade
as sunset fills the skies.
Darkness mocks her thin charade,
unmasking her disguise.
Silent tears now on parade,
as to the core she cries.
Losing all, she’d humbly trade
her laughter for his sighs.
No one sees the rush of pain
that torments in the night;
aches so deep she can’t explain,
consuming all her fight.
Through it all her God remains.
She rests in Him tonight.
His Love that measure can’t contain –
No depth, no breadth, no height.
Copyright © 2013 Mary Grace Wallace
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