We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
Best friends are angels
That God sent along.
They always stay besi
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
I see you looking at your children,
Wondering what their lives will be.
If you ve
Preheat the oven of love
With plenty of secrets and hugs.
Mix in g
