Cry your heart out in praise.
Speak of God's mercies and deliver God's message.
You boast of missions accomplished, areas conquered, souls led.
Yet outside of the comfort zone, and the eyes of those who watch
You are just another name, with a fake smile, covering dirty acts.
Your perfume cannot hide the real aroma
Of a despicable soul that is you.
For no matter how high you hold up your hand,
or how loud you raise your voice in praise
God always sees a genuine heart
and reads a poker face.
