A Cry For Hope
Arranged by Peggy Harris from a crisis hospitality questionnaire given out in a Seventh-day Adventist church on November 1, 1986. The young woman's identity was never determined.

I am 18 years old.
I am the girl next door.
I get good grades in school where no one sees me.
I have friends but I don't know how to cope with them.
I have enemies and they pay more attention to me than my friends do.
My friends never saw what was right in front of them.
I even told them but like people, they shy away from pain lest they be
contaminated.

I had left the church because of all the fights and inner turmoil.
I pray and hope that I hold on to sanity.
This world is full of pain, you just need the right weapon with which to
fight it away.
Hell is right next door, in the sleep to which I must return to every
night.
What hope is there?
What is so great about this world that people have to answer to the law for
just wanting the peace of death?
Answer me that and then I'll live.

Give me HOPE!
I am the comforter, peacemaker, and nice "mommy's helper."
I cry at night.
I hate myself, my family, but mostly myself.
What is there for me?
I crushed a flower today, a rose, and I got pricked by its thorns.
I will be one of the many that disappear and then are found, later....much
later
In that sleep from which even an angry father and a belt can't awaken.

I will be in your church this Saturday.
COMFORT ME!

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