Behind the walls and cement is me.
I keep myself hidden behind this wall.
The wall is built quietly.
After all these years, it has grown so tall.

This wall is built by hurt of others.
The pain wrestles with broken hearts, broken promises, and being back-stabbed.
It's hard to trust these acts of followers.
I deal with these feelings of feeling robbed.


God, help us, from this spirit of brokenness.
We have searched far and wide for an answer.
God is the only one who can help us.
It spreads like cancer.

This hurt aches in our hearts.
It stabs in our backs.
It breaks our bones.
It also confuses our minds.

Our Father will heal.
Then we will find what is real.
The people we need. The words they say.
Let our eyes see what is in our way