trusted servant

there was a panic in my belly
that just wouldn't go away
it was mortal fear of placing trust
with you who professed to care

from what i had seen and heard
and most certainly by your scent
you were not all you claimed
no-one could ever be, you see

your masterful disguise seems
to do such a brilliant job
especially well for thee
until you turn away from us
and then the tatty strings
of that clever mask you wear
are hanging there for all to see

it's like that guy with the horrid wig
we've all encountered such as he
however does one break the news
to him that no-one is deceived ?

you cling so tight to your charade
as if your life is in the balance
you mean so well and try so hard
and utter all the right things to say

but it's your very bearing and
the way you speak and move
and most of all the subtle hint
of doubt behind your wary eyes
that always gives the game away

at first i trembled in silent dread
and could not fathom why
it seemed so certain it was i
who was somehow mistaken

one day the truth revealed itself
i recognized your desperate ploy
then boiling rage and indignation
came roiling up from deep inside

by grace the fury has subsided
the wounds of your betrayal
no longer haunt me while asleep
tis just a sad and sorry pity
that remains for me to feel

there is nothing left to do
but offer prayers of mercy
with hopes that what you hide
may know the healing light

amen