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Walls
by lynn gipson Inside the walls of this child abused Is a soul building protection Imagination replacing reality With fantasies of love and affection Trauma becomes a ritual Tension his only friend Withdrawing inside so as not to feel The terror growing within Recalling one night the words of a song His granna taught him last year "Jesus loves me this I know" He softly hums, in tears His little spirit fills with rays Of hope coming forth with this song Prayers then flow from a silenced tongue "Jesus, please, don't be long" His little heart begins to believe In things unseen and by faith Peace calmly overtakes his spirit Light shines through the window grate All at once comes a knock at the door Urgent voices shouting "where is he?" Granna was there with his big Uncle Joe And the cowards set him free Searching for him day and night Granna finally found where he stayed Jesus had saved him just in time From the hands evil made Spending life in Granna's care Causes stones in his wall to fall With the same grace of his Lord above This child comes to love one and all No longer hiding within himself This child grows into a man No fear now of a life without walls Reaches out to all those he can He and Jesus now work together As they rescue every child known To be lost, hurt, scared or abused And building walls of their own Mark 10:14 "Suffer the children to come unto me, hinder them not, for of such is the kingdom of God." I am a 61 year cancer survivor just recently become a writer. I write short stories, articles and poems of Christian or Spritual nature. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |