If These Walls Could Speak

Posted Monday, February 20, 2012, at 3:40 PM

If these walls could speak what would they say
Would they tell me stories of a better day

Would they go back to a time when love was pure
Or would they speak of a horror I had to endure

If these wall could speak what would be told
Would I be able to find warmth from the cold

Would they go back to when I was loved for me
To the one person I was always glad to see

If these walls could speak what would I hear
Would I be alone trying to deal with fear

Would I find true love or would I be used
A hiding place discovered a child abused

Memories are walls which we all use to build
With a lifetime of training we are quite skilled

Elaborate and many the walls that surround
We are able to choose who we want around

Or we are trapped in a place that we hate
Somehow thinking this must be our fate

The truth is that each of us gets to decide
If the walls are for structure or to hide

We must each choose wisely what we make
Build on what is right or build on a mistake

Am I at home in my memories or do I hide
Locked in a prison no one can get inside

Now that I'm safe no one can get to me
But without a key you will never be free

Memories are walls which we all use to build
In our hands is a destiny to be fulfilled

You can speak to your walls what will you say
Will they confine you or do you take control today

Don't let yesterday's nightmare destroy tomorrow's dream
And know that today things are not always as they seem

.....peace.....

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When we tear down the walls of memories of past mistakes, abuse, misunderstandings, and wrongs done to us, we are free to build the walls of hope and peace. My wife had put some walls up to hide her painful past. Those memories haunted her until she brought them to the Cross. When she let Christ tear down the walls, she was filled with hope and peace. Ironically, she went to the very ones who had done her wrong and asked them for forgiveness for holding onto grudges and for becoming bitter. The walls came down! From that time on, her relationship to her own family members changed. Her step-dad got saved a few years before dying from cancer.

I've built walls of regret for past failure. Those have been removed and I'm free to build walls of hope and peace. I love this poem. It ought to be set to music!

-- Posted by swift on Thu, Feb 23, 2012, at 3:42 PM

Proverbs 18:19 (KJV) A brother offended is harder to be won than a strong city: and their contentions are like the bars of a castle.

A brother (or sister) offended (hurt, angry) is harder (hardens) to be won (or won back) than a strong (well-defended) city: and their (each ones) contentions (arguments, reasons, often justified) are like the bars (no one gets in, no one gets out) of a castle (safe place).

I have been to jail a few times. Never once met someone who wanted to be there. Everyone wanted freedom. But when you don't have the keys you have no choice.

In this prison that I've built

With bars of pride and walls of guilt

In myself there is no key

But in my GOD I am set free

-- Posted by apureheart on Sun, Feb 26, 2012, at 5:26 AM

In this prison that I've built

With bars of pride and walls of guilt

In myself there is no key

But in my GOD I am set free

Why?

There is a GOD who believes in me

All my sins and faults He sees

Yet in me my GOD believes

But...

When tears like rain fall from my face

When my will collides with grace

When I've lost all because of sin

My GOD will come to me again

Why?

There is a GOD who believes in me

All my sins and faults He sees

Yet in me my GOD believes

I've tried but always fail...

Many times I've tried and failed

The gates of hell they have availed

Until I gave-up my control

It was then I was made whole

How can this be?

There is a GOD who believes in me

All my sins and faults He see

Yet in me my GOD believes

Well, Richard, there is the "song". The song of freedom. The writer of Hebrew called it a rest, the writer of Psalm 91 called it a secret place. Moses longed for the Promised Land and Jesus said in His Father's house were many rooms (KJV) says mansions...must be really, really nice rooms.

Jesus said he came to give life and give it abundantly. And that He is the way, the truth, and the life. So why do we hold on so desperately to our "treasures", our fools gold, of wrongs, hurts, bitterness, fear, etc.

Yes, it was terrible. It was wrong. No justification, no excuses. Everyone knows you have a right to not forgive. Forgiveness is costly. But usually not nearly as much as unforgiveness.

Unforgiveness has a way of keeping someone in a place they do not want to be. The wound never heals. And in this kingdom of misery you sit in your castle surrounded with your riches and long for that something you cannot seem to find.

Jesus Be The Lord Of All is more than a chorus. Here is the second verse of this song...

I guess I only fool myself

For I said I have yielded all

But in a secret corner of my heart

Was a kingdom that didn't fall

I surrender now, make my heart your throne

Rule it's kingdoms, great and small

For if your not Lord of everything

Then your not Lord at all

In the Old Testament a sacrifice had to be perfect to be accepted. The New Testament standard is higher.

Romans 12:1-2(KJV)

1 I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.

2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

The Old Testament sacrifice demanded outward perfection. The New Testament sacrifice demands inward perfection. I love Paul's use of the word, transformed. It suggests the act of becoming, of growing, of maturing, of healing.

All being a living sacrifice means is to be yielded. Let go of what He says let go of, love who He says love, forgive others with the same forgiveness you have received. I is not natural or normal but it can be done.

How?

There is a GOD who believes in me.....

.....peace.....

-- Posted by apureheart on Sun, Feb 26, 2012, at 6:50 AM

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I have the heart of a poet, the eye of an artist, and dress like a bum. I am no one important. No title, no position, no authority. Just a normal person. But I know Jesus. And Jesus knows me. And this relationship has changed my life and continues to change my life. I have no desire to be known but great desire for others to know Jesus. I would like to blog about Jesus, christian living, church, hurting, hope. I do not want to lead this blog but follow it wherever it leads.

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