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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Escape (01/02/06)

TITLE: The Way of Trust
By Theresa Kissinger
01/07/06


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I slowed the car at the bridge when I saw the children playing. Getting closer I realized,
they weren’t playing at all but frantically trying to free something out of the rising stream. Sunny for the first time in days I decided to linger here in the warmth and see what the children had found.

Getting out of the car I slowly approached the scene, instantly chaos broke out as other children came running and waving their hands. Suddenly my objects of interest were gone, running toward the noise.

It took a few moments for me to realize why I was so intrigued; all of these children were dressed right out of an episode of ‘Little House on the Prairie’. “Was this some sort of Sunday School picnic,” I wondered. I followed the children drawn into this drama I could not help myself.

Over the hill and into the adjacent meadow I found them. There running around a pond were younger children while a few older boys splashed in the water. A giant oak tree sat nearby with an old-fashioned rope swing tied to its outstretched limb. Just beyond the oak lay an old stone well.

As I approached the pond I realized there was such a level of frenzy, not at all like a picnic atmosphere and looking for the reason, I spied the young man. He was sitting not quite on the bank but one look at him and I knew he was pinned somehow in the water.

The boys I had thought were swimming were taking turns trying to set him free. The girls I had seen at the bridge had brought the tree branches to use as a fulcrum, after testing their strength.

I looked down on the young man, and watched as he raised his head to stare at the little girl on the swing, who sang undisturbed by the scene below her. It had become very quiet even with the flurry of activity, the water was rising quickly and fear had replaced the calm resolve of before.

All at once, I heard screams, turning my attention back to the young man in the water I gawked in horror as the young man tried to force himself forward by the shoulders into the water. “He’s trying to drown himself.” They were the first truly audible words I had heard since I left my car.

I waded into the water coming up behind him; I stretched out my arms to wrap around his upper torso and stopped short. In the water I could see the massive log laying in the boy’s lap, he was confined. His legs and arms rendered useless by the weight pressing on them.

I looked back at him…sensing someone was behind him, he had turned to see who was there. My knees went weak and shock tore through my chest escaping with a gut wrenching scream…”J E S U S!”

The young man was my son.
I woke up…desperate I prayed through the night and worshiped with the sunrise.



Oh Lord, my Lord,
Lord over all my fears and dreads,
Lord over all my turmoil,
Lord over grief,
Brokenness, longings, impossibilities;

Lord, You are Lord,
Over the lost as well as the found;
Banner for the weary
Comforter in death,
Bondage, losses, uncertainties;

Lord, Mr. President,
My Lord, Sire, Sir Greater Than
You’re Grace, My Prince
Lord Lawgiver
Father Time, Ancient One, Majesty;

Lord, Great Physician,
Seam-fitter, Tailor, Breach Repairer
Wake-r of the sleeper
Bone Mender
Life Giver, Heart Healer, Sight Restorer

Oh, Good Lord
Life Preserver when floods are rising;
Washer of dusty feet,
Filler of emptiness,
Water giver, Wound Binder, Spirit Lifter;

Lord God King,
Whom should I fear or be afraid?
Who knows my voice?
Name Giver;
Abba, orphan stealer, Redeemer;

My Hidden Treasure;
Vault, Safe Place, Holy Epitome
Hide me; multiply me
Hiding Place;
Divider, Multiplier, Increaser;

Lord Worthy,
Most famous, beyond all wealth,
Lord Worthy, Lord Worth It All,
Trust Keeper,
Truth Speaker, Lamp Lighter, Path Guider

Lord Father of Fatherless
Singer of songs in the night;
Monster Slayer, Swaddling Tucker
Hand Holder,
Star Creator, Astronomy Partner

Lord Encourager
Conjoiner, Triple Strength Friend
Arrow Maker, Shield and Buckler
Brother's Keeper,
Covenant Signer, Life Layer Downer;

Lord Trustworthy;
Ally, Advocate, Iron Forger, Back Bone Maker,
Fear Expeller, Secret Keeper,
Rod Raiser,
Ring Bearer, Burden Lifter, Care Carrier,

Lord Need Supplier
Pestilence Antidote, Arrow Repellant
Fear Dispeller
High Tower,
Oh, Strong One, Fortress, and Deliverer:


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Jan Ackerson 01/09/06
I love the poem, which could easily stand alone. Beautiful.
terri tiffany01/11/06
I agree about the poem. Great! Some of the wording of your sentences were close to being run ons or unclear. The sentence 'drawn into the drama I.." could be broken into two. I liked your style and I liked what you were saying. You write well except for some sentence structure needs. :)