|Once again you stepped outside
your fortress safe and strong
and took a chance on loving again,
risking more heartache and wrong.
You tried your best to touch someone
to show them you care.
You gave your all, expressing love,
and laid your spirit bare.
You opened wide your arms of trust,
exposing a heart oft abused
by those who knew little in life
but using and being used.
Hurt, once again, you retreat inside
your fortress safe and strong
and reinforce the battlements
and hide with drawbridge drawn.
Construction seems to never end
as stone is laid on stone.
The walls mount high hiding your pain,
huge walls that you build alone.
But what you use to build your nest
of high and hulking walls
are stones not made of earth or clay,
nor made of rock at all.
The fabric of each bulking stone
you carefully set in place
is made of broken promises,
of tears that stained your face.
The enormous sense of loss you felt,
the investing of yourself,
the kind and honest love you gave
until there was little left,
was sadly unheeded and cast aside,
leaving you drained and burned.
You gave your best, your greatest gift,
only to see it spurned.
So, stones of hurt and bitterness
are mounted side by side.
Your fortress seems unscaleable,
as deep inside you hide.
You think,"I?m safe from harm in here
behind my castle walls.
I've made sure they can't be climbed
for I built them wide and tall."
But, my friend, what you don't see,
what's cleverly hidden from view;
these walls were make by someone else.
Your fortress, not built by you
No, you were not the architect.
It wasn't your design,
but simply part of a deadly scheme
conspired in another?s mind.
A twisted and demented soul
devised an evil ploy
to do what he has always done
to rob, to kill and destroy.
Those lofty walls don?t make a fort
or refuse where you hide.
Their purpose not to keep pain out
but keep you locked inside.
You're not alone in this prison veiled,
for others are fastened away
behind gray walls of bitterness
where many of them will stay.
Locked in by thoughts of hopelessness,
with a warden brutal and cruel,
who holds no mercy in his heart
for all those under his rule.
This dungeon cell where they abide
is dark and sad and cold.
Though it may seem to be safe inside
no freedom does it hold.
But Jesus came to storm those walls,
to set the captive free,
to give you life with all its best
graced with love and liberty.
And though at times it hurts to love,
for loving off times brings pain.
We have God's promise ever sure,
"No labor of love is in vain."
Only by loving are we most like God,
which should be our deepest desire.
It may mean risks exposing our heart
but measureless the gain that is ours.
Love, like a muscle, strengthens with use
"No pain, No gain," We are told.
For only when we empty ourselves
is there room for the treasure love holds.
Choosing to trust still brings risks
when you've made the commitment to love,
but the untold gain of loving like God
is forever established above.
For love in motion gives substance to faith;
thus, "Faith without works is dead."
To know why this "love never fails,"
our love and our faith must be wed
As two become one on their wedding night,
and their union produces new life.
So, love in action consummates faith;
bearing fruit like a husband and wife.
"Faith expressing itself through love
is the only thing that counts."
For love with legs completes our faith,
and its power floods in like a fount.
There's no need to build ugly walls.
Let's pull all the strongholds down,
demolishing fear and every pretense
that tries to usurp the crown
that belongs only to our awesome God
and the truth of victory He's won.
We strive to place every captive thought
in obedience to His Son.
Are they walls of a fort or a prison strong?
Do you see they are one in the same?
If a refuge you need, there's one to be found--
the strong tower of His great name.
So, don't be afraid to reach out again.
Continue to sow and be sure
God's promises true. Love?s harvest is yours.
You'll reap if you choose to endure.
As you freely give, you'll freely receive,
when with love you respond to His call.
Love's sweet pleasures you'll reap with great joy,
as you bid glad farewell to The Walls.
|By Chaplain Rod Davis