By Casting Crowns

Is there anyone that fails...is there anyone that falls? 

Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small?

'Cause when I take a look around everybody seems so strong. 

I know they'll soon discover that I don't belong.

So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay. 

If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it, too. 

So, with a painted grin, I play the part again

so everyone will see me the way that I see them.

Are we happy plastic people under shiny plastic steeples

with walls around our weakness and smiles to hide our pain? 

But if the invitation's open to every heart that has been broken,

maybe then we close the curtain on our stained glass masquerade.

Is there anyone who's been there? 

Are there any hands to raise? 

Am I the only one who's traded in the altar for a stage?

The performance is convincing and we know every line by heart.

Only when no one is watching can we really fall apart.

But would you set me free if I dared to let you see the truth behind

the person that you imagine me to be?

Would your arms be open or would you walk away? 

Would the love of Jesus be enough to make you stay?