
Broken down walls reflect a broken down people
Tattered streets strewn with trash
Bare witness to the tattered hearts
Discarded, displaced
Knee deep in despair
We dig beneath the rubble
Praying for signs of life
We tell them to hold on
To cling to hope
But where is ours?
Is it in man?
Who can only do but so much
Or is it in a God who can do the impossible?
God who within me placed a dream
Not for myself, but for His people
A dream to rebuild the ruined walls
To heal the broken bodies beneath the rubble
To show a cynical world that He is God
So take in hand your weapons and your tools
and complete the work that He has given you to do
© 2011 by Elaine Glover
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