How many ways can a
heart be broken?
How many times can
it be chopped in two?
How often I've cried
out to God for our healing,
But still I am
finding myself blocked from your view.
Child of my womb,
how I long to see you
To understand all
that you're going through.
Even though I would
certainly die in a moment
To save you, our
family life is askew.
The barriers, walls,
confinements and cells
Have blocked us from
talking and getting to know
How the other one
thinks; how the other one feels-
Even though you are
crazy I still love you so.
My behaviour the
other day was concerning-
I guess I can't talk
to my daughter at all.
If I open up and
discuss problems freely
I'm busting down
some sort of unfinished wall.
Berlin knew no
limits on deep separation.
They built a big
wall with an impassible gap,
And I feel that the
same thing is happening with Satan
Who chortles and
glees and calls each one a sap.
The devil's the
enemy who's at work in this trial,
He mixes our words
and miscues our intents.
He loves our defeat,
our division, our anger,
And divides close
families without any sense.
Oh how I cry out to
my God in this trial-
I pray that He will
some day cause us to see
That all of the
misunderstandings and sorrows
Would not have to
happen, with humility.
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