I’m not sure if you are listening. I’m not sure what you do behind your walls. I’ve never been there, you know? Never sure who was invited, or what to wear, or how to talk. And, I’m sure that I don’t look like someone who would ever wander into your building. But I’ve heard that sometimes you speak, sometimes you protect. I’ve heard that you could speak to God for me. I’m sure he wouldn’t listen to someone like me, but maybe you could … Maybe you could speak to him for me?
Could you ask him to stop the traffick?