There are walls made of paper, walls made of stone. Some that are made of living alone. I built a wall no one could break down. I took my heart where it couldn’t be found.
Some pass my shackles little unfold…Showed me the truth from the lies I’d been told. My heart was a prisoner like no heart at all. Yeah your love is higher than the wall.
Higher than the wall, a thousand feet tall. High above the darkness where the blue shadows fall. Your love reached higher where it’s better and brighter. Yeah your love is higher than the wall.
Now I’m living freely…reminders don’t cause me no pain. It’s all gone away like the leaves in the Fall, ’cause your love is higher than the wall.
Higher than the wall, a thousand feet tall. High above the darkness where the blue shadows fall. Your love reached higher where it’s better and brighter. Yeah your love is higher than the wall. Yeah your love is higher than the wall.
(Steeldrivers, Higher Than The Wall…can’t make out a few of the words…sorry!)
I think it’s fair to say that everyone has a wall of their own. Mine for about ten years was putting God and my faith on the back burner. I still learned a lot about myself and life during those years and was happy here and there, I cannot discount that. But in hindsight, that wall I built crippled me from being truly and genuinely joyous.
Last night I had an amazing three-hour conversation with a close friend. He was able to point out some truths about me that I can see more clearly now than I could even five days ago. I thought for the longest time that he was the one with the wall, when in reality we both had walls made of different things and built for different reasons.
I’ll always have a wall but it’s my job to be aware of it. And it’s my job to communicate about it. A sentence from my devotional today hit me in the face like a 120 mph Andy Roddick serve. I was hurting but I was also in awe. There’s bound to be moments when we are simply incapable of protecting ourselves. I was allowing the walls in my life (and thought it was acceptable) to make me feel protected and comforted. The only thing I was really doing was protecting myself from the inner and true feelings that more than likely would have frightened me. Walls are OK and I’m going to try and not blind myself from them.