There was no wall way over there
As far back as I can remember,
At a foundation I tried to stare
But, I saw no brick or mud or timber.
Over there is where they all once stood
But, now their footprints are all gone,
Some were bad while some were good
On that unforgettable dawn.
That is where it all had occurred
As the story goes,
And that story is of truth and of the word
Through the bloody and tattered clothes.
Everyone there was allowed to look
That of course is why there was no wall,
Even when the earth it shook
When men cheered and women did bawl.
It was over there where he had died
I still remember the facts and the story,
And as for myself I have cried
While thinking of his suffering for the Devil's glory.
Way over there once stood a crucifix
But, not one, but three,
There you will now find only twigs and sticks
There was no wall, as God wanted all to see.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem