I cannot see them,
But I sense their presence.
I hear the muffled voices,
The sound of deadly weapons.
Why, God, Why?
They have come for me.
I cannot escape.
But this I must try.
They're invading my home,
Have penetrated my defenses.
Why, God, Why?
They have come for me.
I cannot survive,
For I feel steel weapons,
As they tear me apart,
Taking my fragile life.
Why, Mommy, Why?
the Lutheran Watchman © 2/23/1987