God
Are you there?

I call and call to you
Asking for relief,
For answers,
But the only reply is more troubles.

I feel shackled,
And my prayers
Bounce back to me
In repeating echoes…
Echoes…
Echoes….
As if I were a tiny beetle
You have trapped under a brass bowl.

You say you will be my strength.
Where is that strength?
You say You are my refuge.
Oh, God, be my refuge.

Let me feel your sheltering arms
Let me see you fight for me,
122When I have no other champion,
No advocate.

Set me free once more.
Let me fly again.