The Bricks and Mortar of Walled-Off Hearts

It began with a simple look of disdain,
Words I thought I heard,
And other life’s events . . .
Thus the building began with the bricks of bitterness
Bound together with the mortar of self-love
Until my heart was walled-off from all who might enter
Even the Healer of Wounded Hearts and the sun of His love.
As wall grew thicker, my pain deepened.
Until one day a Man with wounded hands
Commenced to dismantle the wall and at my bidding
Entered the garden of my heart
And the healing began.
The bricks crumbled as the mortar melted beneath His touch.
Thus, my walled-off heart was made new – and the flowers of thanksgiving and praise began to blossom
As the sun of His love shone through.