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 his call
I look at what’s left of those walls as the pieces still crumble
What once stood tall and mighty has now turned to rubble
Praise the Lord!
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