My head leans way back and my eyes search upwards.
Clouds hide the top of this wall...
If there is a top…
It seems to go on forever
Perhaps this is the wall that is never-ending
Something is rising
So high and wide and deep
And it’s in the shape of a cross…
The wall is coming down
And amidst the rubble there is
And a voice says
Follow the Lamb
He'll lead you home...
For you know that God paid a ransom to save you from the empty life you inherited from your ancestors. And the ransom he paid was not mere gold or silver. It was the precious blood of Christ, the sinless, spotless Lamb of God.