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Lyrics: Stained Glass Masquerade

This convicting song by the group Casting Crowns accurately depicts the state of most churches and fellowships I’ve seen. Worship becomes a hole to punch in God’s timecard; a social standard, by which we measure everyone’s heart but our own. And – God forgive us – we dare look at the world with raised eyebrows and wonder why they won’t accept our truth. 

STAINED GLASS MASQUERADE, by Casting Crowns

Is there anyone that fails?
Is there anyone that falls?
Am I the only one in church today, feeling so small?
Cause 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 OK
If I make ’em all believe it
Maybe I’ll believe it too

So with a painted grin
I’ll 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 that hide our pain
But the invitations open
To every heart that’s been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade

Is there anyone who’s been there?
Are there any hands raised?
Am I the only one who’s traded
In the altar for a stage?
The performance is convincing
And we know every line in my 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
You imagine me to be
Or would your eyes be opened
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay?

If the invitations open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade
Is there anyone that fails?
Is there anyone that falls?
Am I the only one in church today, feeling so small?

“Or would it set me free if I dared to let you see, the truth behind the person you imagine me to be… would your eyes be open, or would you walk away, or would the love of Jesus be enough to make you stay?” Very often, the answer is no. I’ve seen so many come to church with a longing for openness and fellowship, longing to commune with fellow saints in a time of crisis: military families, like my own; missionaries, single mothers, recent converts from other faiths, all given the added stress of meeting an unspoken standard. “So with a painted grin, I’ll play the part again – so everyone will see me, the way that I see them.”

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