Spiritual Poet and Encourager for Jesus Christ!

How high the walls were made With every brick the enemy surely gave How sturdy those walls were made That the light would quickly fade  Oh, how these walls entrapped me in darkness My heart grew cold and like stone turned to hardness  Higher and higher those walls kept going  With little air and room; how unnerving the feeling of choking With no help in sight my heart and soul continued to stray  With despair and no hope I thought these walls were here to stay Happiness was suffocated, evidenced by my frown  I felt myself sink, and into the abyss I began to drown  How I’ve tried to leave and often fought  Alone in my walls or at least so I thought I hear a still voice echo, and I look around As the rattling of my chains can be heard to which I was bound How soothing is the voice, the voice of Jesus; in desperation I cry out for His mercy and grace I finally surrender all and submit to Him to see His face One by one my Savior tore down each wall  My hope is restored as I clearly hear hi