Living in the shadows looking in
The stage of life is bleak and grim
Where masks are worn without a name
And actors hide to cover shame.
Whence did this awful play begin
Is this the prize from Eden's sin?
Must we now walk the shadow-lands
Like phantoms roam by ocean sands?
O wretched heart by memories cast
That seeks release from haunted past
What is the key to my release?
When from its grip can I find peace?
Ti's then the Curtain splits in two
A rugged Cross comes into view
The Stage Director takes His stand
With nail prints seen in feet and hand.
A radiant Light the prisoners see
The only hope to be set free
Then from the depth of guilt and shame
True freedom flows through Jesus' name.
--B. Pent