If The Walls Can Talk
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If these walls can talk it would say that it was their umpteenth time here again.
On their knees, tears flowed from their eyes trying to call out to whoever was their friend.
It would say how they paced the floors and mumble things unable to understand.
It would say how they watch them unfold and fold, barely able to stand.
If these walls can talk, it would say how they see them turned dark.
Watching beyond the sheetrock as they slice leaving redlines as their mark
It would say that they saw them cursed, it saw them call down everything they can think of
It would say how they were silent and a shell of themselves, absolutely nothing left. No love.
If these walls can talk, it would tell them that they had tried everything but the One
He sits high and looks down low, His blinks control the sun.
It would tell them that if they try His system then it won't hurt as much
It would tell them that He would love them beyond the scars and all the cuts.
If these walls can talk, it would tell them He's the hero that they need.
His blood heals, His presence brings freedom, and His peace to minds to feed.
It would tell them to give their issues to Him, He'll deliver them out of it all.
It would tell them that He's loyal and would catch them when they fall.
If these walls can talk, they would soothe their wondering minds and direct them to Him.
But, they can't. So, there they stand and watch us as for ourselves, we fend.
~J&M Remedies
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