Walls.

Vulnerability and rawness is something so fragile, we are asked to be open and true but sometimes we begin to close up. We build our walls tall, these walls bind us, they hold us back. We sit praying for a gust of wind to knock them down because we know we can't do it ourselves, we pray that the spirit would overwhelm us, that we can fearlessly leap beyond that wall, beyond the old stone, that we can move on.. and we can. We cry out, and ask for guidance, it is delivered. We have been freed from that, so God I ask that we would no longer be confined by our own 'walls' that we will not stop ourselves from taking that leap and no matter what the outcome we will still breakdown those walls and leap over the remains, that we would leave that behind us and move on and create something more beautiful. 


But if I'm aloneStone upon stoneSo tall, I could not seeBeyond my wall

But your walls fall downAnd your walls fall downAnd when walls come downOn your old town you began

A bit unassuredA bit insecureI climbed up to the topAnd saw I lacked

And my fist stone crackedFoundation collapsedStanding on the groundIn stones I found

That your walls fall downAnd your walls fall downAnd when walls come downOn your old town, you began

In other landsFrom where you standBeneath a shelterBuilt by many hands

There is a stoneAnd you've locked the doorOf people you were sworeYou came for war

And your walls fall downWalls fall downWalls fall downLike a stone falls down

I'm no stoneI'm no stoneIt's just a stoneStone falls down

Says he's a stone(Walls fall down, walls fall down)No man's a stone