Trapped, O God! The gut churns, the throat catches, the mind stumbles; Hopelessness sets in, even when a future seems possible. So it is with just this one trauma. What it must be like to have it day in and day out; To be oppressed! The thought dulls, vision disappears. Life moves from moment to moment; Hoping against hope, without power, (drugs relieve the hopelessness destined to more hopelessness). Free us, O God! Save us, O God! Uplift us, O God! Empower us, O God! Let us have faith in You, O God! Let us be touched by Your presence and vision moment by moment forever! Amen.
Keen Lake 6 August 1988
©1988, John A. Mills