by Sylvia Woodham

Created on: November 14, 2009

Pieces of a wall, brok'n, lie around

Built just to protect a heart, full of pain and fear

Afraid of being known - and keep none from drawing near.

Beneath the rubble, the answer is found

Waiting patiently like a gem of great worth

Whose discovery turns sorrow, brings rejoicing and mirth.

Walls - not meant to be eroded by trust

of one gentle - not threatening boundaries

And waiting while the wall crumbles with tears

From finding someone different, not chasing in lust

Learning to love - through denial of self and shame

Only faith believed would cause a shrew to be tame.

Chosen, yet not seeing or believing

The one hoped for had come all the while to redeem

and show the alls were not as pleasant as they seem

Unworthy and unable to earn, receiving

leading from a father who knew the weakness hid

And the love of a son who could see past the pride.

Such love would break even a heat of stone

Stopping not a moment to think

Before leaving the ship which would sink

Making haste to leave the life behind

not sure what in the new would find

Knowing the old will bring only death and despair

In brokenness, the only escape given there

To reach out and be called, by name, his own.

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