Sshh...listen freedom's callingGive way to grace
bricks are falling
my walls are coming down
the corners break, the mortar crumbles
laws writ in stone
the heavens rumble
once stone cold, now beating flesh
grace carves my heart
blood pours out fresh
my walls are coming down
brick by brick I built my wallhe chiseled through
my name, His call
once captive behind my sin and fears
He shook the earth
He wiped my tears
my walls are coming down
A prisoner; I step beyond the walls
my chains are loosed
my Savior calls
I reach for Him, hungry, thirsty and tired
He lifts me up
out of rubble and fire
my walls are coming down
He carries me; I'm heaven bound
once trapped and lost
now forever found
my walls they all came down
© Copyright 2011 Christine Maxwell
Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful interpretation!
ReplyDeleteI especially like the first three verses-
ReplyDeletelovely flow. Surrender is hard but worthwhile
gratitude is ongoing; no matter our concept of
who was responsible for salvation. Thanks!
Utterly reassuring.
ReplyDeleteIt's good when those walls come down.
ReplyDeleteAh, so lovely when the walls are down...
ReplyDeleteA comforting read. How I've needed a mallet from time to time!
ReplyDeletebrick by brick I built my wall
ReplyDeletehe chiseled through
my name, His call..
love it, an invisible wall is horrible ...
beautiful poetry, smart tale.
Chris, what can I say?; only one word, "beautiful"; to say more simply detracts! Thank you, Jesus.
ReplyDeletebeautiful... I've def. had walls that were up/are up and He's workin' on me. :P
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