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,
made of pain and loss?

Some stories have been told to me,
In times of simple sharing.

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.