GETTING READY FOR A WEEK AT CAMP WITH GOD’S KIDS
I set her free from that dark little box of shame that she has carried for eighty years.
I set her free by telling her story – the story of dark heavy figures standing over frightened little girls in the middle of the night.
Children don't know how to speak of such things - moments that leave shameful shadows that last a lifetime.
But now as the sunsets on these many years, the little girl knows she was not to blame.
The story is out now, she is free: Eighty years a prisoner of that filthy little box!
“But who will keep the child, we can't put her in the woods to be raised by the wolves- so we put her in homes with predators of another kind.”
Lord God – arise through us!
Arise, O Lord! Punish the wicked, O God! Do not ignore the helpless!
Why do the wicked get away with despising God? They think, “God will never call us to account.”
But you see the trouble and grief they cause. You take note of it and punish them. The helpless put their trust in you. You defend the orphans.
Break the arms of these wicked, evil people! Go after them until the last one is destroyed.
The Lord is king forever and ever! The godless nations will vanish from the land.
Lord, you know the hopes of the helpless. Surely you will hear their cries and comfort them.
You will bring justice to the orphans and the oppressed, so mere people can no longer terrify them.”