I knelt and said, “But I am one, only one.”
And the world is so large. And the evil is so strong.
There are so few who care. There are so few who sense.
“But I am one, only one.”

The machines of organization roll on,
crushing the individual into a part of the mass.
The hopelessness of the world-wrought minds spreads
and smothers the hope of the lonely individuals.
“But I am one, only one.”

Entire cities have been destroyed.
Entire nations have reaped their seeds of distrust
and lie writhing in their death throes.
“But I am one, only one.”

While I eat my fill, hundreds die in hunger.
While I close my door in careless safety,
hundreds watch doors in fear and resignation.
“But I am one, only one.”

The powers of mind and thought and measurement
reduce the world to calculated probabilities.
“But I am one, only one.”

And even that one walks in fear and stumbling,
discontent, and lack of strength.
“And I am one, only one.”

And he said, “Stand up, I choose you.”
And I stood up and the earth trembled,
and that is the beginning to which there is no end,
except in God.

Lois Cheney, God Is No Fool, pp. 149-150