Those walls of yours so thick, so high
Built slowly through the years.
They block you in and block me out
Protecting you from all you fear.
Who were the builders of those walls of yours,
made of pain and loss?
The stories some have been told to me
In times of simple sharing.
You were given to me many years ago
Handed to me for loving.
Patient and gentle I have been,
waiting and ever watching.
Fresh wounds are now upon your heart
Still tender to the touch.
I shared the pain and walked with you
As your heart was breaking.
Dear friend, as now you are known
Loved by much and many.
Tear down those walls that hide you there,
Replace them with a curtain.
Pull back the veil, let healing in
The balm of One so sweet.
His gentle touch has been in my hand
His love, that fills my heart.