Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters, and the flood sweeps over me. I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God. (Psalm 69: 1-3)

The waters sometime consume the faithful. Weariness is followed by death.

A generation is taken into exile. Another generation is consumed by gas chambers.

Fervent prayers of the innocent are silenced in cruelty.

With our freedom to choose, we sometimes choose evil. My evil choice may sweep over many.

There is always the chance to turn back. We may not be able to reclaim the evil we have done, but we can redeem what still must be done.

When my soul was embittered, when I was pricked in heart, I was stupid and ignorant; I was like a brute beast toward you. Nevertheless I am continually with you; you hold my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will receive me with honor. (Psalm 73: 21-24)