In the days of Boone and Crockett
with the calvary miles away,
forts seemed indispensable
for protection day to day.
But the safety they provided
with the walls that kept ’em safe
caused feelings of isolation
which caused some to grate and chafe.
Like a fish in a fish bowl
swimming round and round,
the scenery never changing,
the glass walls closing in around.
But today we still erect ’em,
the walls around our hearts,
we think that we’re protected
from the evil and the dark.
But walls are self-protective
and the only ally is yourself,
so we’re sacrificing others,
leaving us with little help;
and the walls cause detachment,
as fear replaces trust
and soon we’re a prisoner
in the cell we did construct.
And the people we’re excluding
are the very people we need in;
living life like a sniper,
leaves you alone to save your skin.
But you’re the problem and the answer
it’s you who put the walls in place,
which only you who can disassemble,
and have them all replaced.
Then one day the alarm’s a’blaring,
you realize you’re all alone,
and you scatch your head and wonder,
where’ve all my people gone?
As providence would have it,
you gaze at the walls of solid rock
and your spiritual eyes surprise you,
there’s a hidden door minus the locks;
knocking, someone answers,
it is Jesus Christ Himself,
and when He reaches for the knob
a new world does open up.
And gradually you see,
those walls weren’t meant for your protection;
you were fooled to think they masked your fear
causing more and more introspection.
The walls flattened have become a pathway
to the life God had in mind,
and with the faith that you’ve received,
you’re new life is purposefully aligned.