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When I began to let you see

What was inside - the real me,

My first reaction was relief

But also, mixed up, shame and grief.

Pressed down inside for months and years

were my emotions, thoughts and fears.

I did not know that I could say

How I was feeling on that day.

I thought that, as a Christian, I

Should always smile and never cry,

Should never show that I might fail

Perfection - that was quite beyond the pale!

But I grew sick of smiles and lies

Where inside were such miseries.

I had to find a way to break

The pattern for my heart's sake.

So I began hesitantly

To let you see the real me,

Dismantling the brick facade -

The public image - that was hard!

Would you react, reject and shun

This frightened, trembling Christian?

I wondered, could you ever say,

'I understand, I've felt this way.'

But now I realise this is true -

I've got to know the real You,

Despised, rejected and crucified,

And I no longer have to hide

The real me.

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