Brick by brick I built my wall;
Brick by brick God broke them all.
With indignation, I asked,
“What are you doing?
“Can’t you see, I’m building a wall!”
With loving eyes God answered,
“My loving child I don’t want to see you in prison.”
“But this is the only way I protect me,”
I retorted angrily.
“But it’s also the shortest way to live in doom,”
He said persuasively.
“What would I do then?”
I asked full of doubts.
He held my hand and said,
“Every time you are tempted to pick a brick,
Give it to me and you’ll receive a kiss.”
So on and on it goes.
Until one day, reality hits me in the nose:
Every time I meet difficulty,
God just wanted to kiss me.