Hidden behind the mask,
And the world outside.
It’s a false security
To think I can hide.
Just like me,
It is not perfect.
But like a good friend
It tries to protect.
God in His wisdom
Has made us friends.
We work together
To be a defense.
Thank You, God,
For my friend The Mask.
Thank You for allowing it
To perform its task.
11.9.2020 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
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