If walls could talk Surely these ones would be speechless Rendered mute by miracles too precious to utter If walls could talk Surely these ones could not say Why these sacred secrets never get old If walls could talk Surely these ones could not ask For anything more than they already hold; Newborn cries and bittersweet ends Two vowed bound and unraveled sins And Him Who tenderly In stone, wood, and flesh Lets himself be held; The beating, broken, heart of the world