Real

I can't pretend anymore. I want to be real.
I want my life to be about more than just what I feel.
I'm tired of pushing You aside in my heart,
But making sure my mask screams, "He's been the center from the start!"
I worry about what people will think and say.
With every action, thinking, "Well, will it pay?"
If it were all about actions, I'd take a prize
But it's not. It's about the state of my heart in God's eyes.
It's so easy to be a Christian, holy and faithful on Sundays,
But it's also easy to be a Christian, mediocre and untrue, the other days.
It's so easy to think no one will ever know.
And for a time, I'll just put up a show.
But that charade can only go on for so long.
The coming of Jesus, God shall not prolong.
And when He does come, what will I say?
"I'm sorry, Lord! I didn't know you were coming today?!"
I'm realizing there's no time to pretend.
Because soon this life will come to an end.
And when it does I want to know,
That my Christianity was for real, and not just a show.
So I pray that with every breath I'll strive,
To glorify Your Name, and do more than survive.
More than breath, more than see, more than be.
I want LIVE in light of eternity.