Once There Was A Wall

Once There Was A Wall

Once there was a wall
Made of bricks and stones
But with many holes
Some as big as doors
Some as small as coins
Waiting to be filled
Waiting to be healed

Once there was a wall
Made of bricks and stones
But no longer stands
Crumbled by the quakes
The rubbles remain
Waiting to be rebuilt
Waiting to be restored

Once there was a man
Made of ashes and dust
With so many cracks
Could no longer stand
All alone he can’t
But with Him he can
In His great big Hands

Once there was a wall
Waiting to be filled
Waiting to be rebuilt
Once there was a man
Waiting to be healed
Waiting to be restored

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