TRAUMA STORE
Have to go to the store
Make the list in order of need
I know you want stuff
But we are no friend to greed
Prices have went up
Must recalculate desire
See, that's Jesus
Rescuing you from the mire
Nope, don't you do it
The clearance aisle is NOT for you
Yes, but maybe what I need
Is in the "other shoe"
Crap! My calculator reset
Shame awaits me at checkout
Take courage, little one
Jesus never rewards fear and doubt
I wished I weren't alone
I'm so tired of carrying this pack
Years of sorrow and grief
Too acquainted with want and lack
I wonder what it's like
To enter a store as a child
With no thought of...anything
Just purchasing what your heart desires
If I could have anything I wanted
I would restore souls marked by trauma
So that communities could feast
Without incident of trouble or drama
...and be free
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-02-2026
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