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THE WALL

THE WALL
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.

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