I have some things I need to face,
Dear Father in Heaven, I need Your Grace,

I don’t want to do this, it’s much too torturous, 
My heart can’t bear this thing so horrendous,

My baby, was violated,
His innocence annihilated,

He’ll never again be a naive one,
This is what his father’s filthiness has done,

Dear God I know my son was molested,
Believing him; To protected him, I was invested,

But, the details I’ve tried to circumvent,
I’m afraid I can’t control my temperament,

I have to be strong for my son,
I’m all he has, the only one,

If I fall apart, who will protect my son,
From this evil one who betrayed & won,

If I let my heart know what has taken place,
Revenge I’ll want, though the memories it will not erase,

I get angry, I get hot,
I want to torture his father a lot,

I get sick to my stomach,
My head begins to ache,

When I think of the terrible violation he did suffer,
Feeling alone, wishing someone would be his buffer,

And, at the thought of the pain my son must tackle,
Because of this coward who lives like a jackal,

Let my heart admit what has taken place?
This will be very hard, Lord, I need Your embrace!

T. D. Channell,April 15, 2001