HELPLESS

SO COMPLETELY HELPLESS

WHY WOULD ANY LOVING GOD CREATE CHILDREN WHO ARE ILL

AND PARENTS WHO CAN'T HELP THEM?

I WATCH AS THE DISEASE CREEPS INTO HIS SOUL

EVEN HIS EYES REFLECT DIFFERENTLY

I AM UNSURE AROUND MY OWN SON, MY OWN ANGEL, MY OWN BABY

THEN IT BREAKS

THE SPIRIT

THE HEART

THE MIND

THE SOUL

BROKEN BY THE SUDDEN ONSLAUGHT OF AN ILLNESS

CREATED BY HIS OWN BODY

LIKE A VIRUS- UNANNOUNCED,UNWANTED

HURTING, DRAINING…BREAKING

ELEVEN YEARS OLD

ELEVEN

WHERE'S MY SOCCER UNIFORM?  DOES ICE CREAM COUNT AS DINNER?...

HOW CAN I MAKE IT THROUGH THIS DAY?

NO!

IT ISN'T RIGHT AND I'M SICK, SICK, SICK OF HIS PAIN

SICK OF 'WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME?'  I DID

SICK OF 'WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE HIM TO THE DOCTOR?'  I DID

SICK OF 'YOU'VE MADE IT WORSE BY…'  I DIDN'T

THE TEARS WE HAVE SHED IN THIS HOUSE COULD PUT

OUT THE SUN

I DON'T UNDERSTAND, I CAN'T UNDERSTAND, I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND

WHY THIS BURDEN WAS GIVEN TO MY LITTLE BOY