By Ken Blue
The wall I built was long; it was tall and wide;
It was built, a defense, to hide the pain inside.
When companions came to close; for comforts call;
Then, hurriedly I fled; hiding behind my wall.
Life’s broken promises; man’s deceitful lies;
Build walls of anger; of rejection and of pride.
The wall, it kept growing, but no eye could see;
That meant for protection; was a prison for me.
That wall, I’ll tear down; relationships I miss;
Jesus called him “friend”; receiving his Judas kiss.
If you too want friends; companionship at all,
Then you must endure the pain, and tear down the wall.
Pastor Ken Blue was born in Boswell, Ark. In 1955 he accepted Christ as his Savior. He and his wife Joyce were married in 1955. They have 5 children. He graduated from Midwestern Baptist Bible College in 1969 and started the Open Door Baptist Church in Lynnwood, Wa. where he pastored for 39 years. Because of health issues (ALS) he was forced to resign as pastor. It is his desire to continue to be used of God to help pastors and believers through this ministry.
Sharon Matey says
This poem really hits the mark for me. “That wall meant for protection; was a prison for me.” I have been there and it can be a lonely place.
At times like that it seems to me that the Lord sends someone special to help us. Remember Sophie? She was over 100 years old and could speak very directly. She was good for me. And Betty C. and Beulah P. all very good at tearing down walls.
Lois M. says
I had a wall for a long time until you brought the Sutera Twins to our church and we experienced a revival not only in our church at the time, but also in my heart. This poem made me remember that time. It is good to remember those kinds of things, even if they are associated with pain. Some times if there is no pain, then there is no healing. Thank you pastor. Keep on writing. It is still a blessing to me.
Karen Jacobsen says
Nice poem; and so true. Good to keep reading your words. Thinking of you today. God bless you. Love & Prayers, Karen Jacobsen
Wow. pretty much covers it.. That poem is so true for so many people. Most don’t even realize they are living behind a wall. I know I had to take mine down one brick at a time. Then the task was not to rebuild. thanks for sharing.