En-wrapped within this too thin veil

Words pierce my soul so sure

For deep inside this sturdy frame

Lies a child-like warrior frail

My shield is bent my breastplate torn

Still my feet are shod in peace

For beyond this rough exterior

My cries unending cease

No heart of stone beneath this shell

Though many masks I’ve worn

 Just a light of unending truth I bear

Helping others see as well

Look not upon my countenance

But in the eyes upon my face

And you will see an image made

Perfect by His Grace.