Beneath this mask—this smile I wear—
Which tells the world that I’m okay,
That I am strong and nothing in
My life can drag me down today,
Beneath this mask hides loneliness,
And questions: what is life all for?
And worries and anxieties
Like rain from heaven, pour and pour.

“Why do you struggle on your own?
Just come to Me, pour out and call,
The feeling of your weaknesses
I’m touched with—yet I conquered all.
As Spirit in your spirit I’m
Contactable, available,
I’ll make more home within your heart,
And heal by life your turbid soul.”

Beneath this mask—this smile I wear—
I am a child longing for
A home where I feel safe and loved,
A people I can call my own,
Beneath this mask—a cry for help,
I’m drifting on a stormy sea,
I’m tossed about from wave to wave,
With no direction how to be.

“Why do you struggle on your own?
I’ll be your Good Samaritan,
I’ll pour the oil and the wine,
I’ll lead you to your home, the inn,
The household of the faith is where,
Your turbid soul will find true rest,
And I too find My resting place,
My Body, where I’m manifest."

why do you struggle

Francis Lung