Struggling behind the wire, I pray.
I ask You to help and lead the way.
The glasses are on, with one free.
I try to resist closing my eyes to see.
I hear the voice saying, “Can you try?”
I hear the other voice say, “Why?”
Water rushes through my ears.
The sound is too loud to hear.
Did we go where You wanted to?
Have we started or are You through?
Written by Gail Brookshire