Precious

Precious, tiny, vulnerable infant,

Sweet Little girl or boy still so innocent,

Purity still in place.

But too soon this will not be the case.

Commence the slither of sin,

Twisting and turning its way in.

Some to be property traded for gain

Filling the bellies of those who at home remain.

Some their only crimes

Believing their pimping friends’ lies.

Others just desiring food and to get out of the cold

Allowing their bodies to be used and sold.

The life of freedom desired
Gone as they become body for hire.
Broken promises, heart ache and strife,

Pushed and enslaved into the harshest life.

Beaten, tortured and broken

Abused, all innocence stolen.

Fear a daily event

No place to be safe, none to their defense.

Home a memory of the past.

Whore, loser, worthless, new names cast.

All hope shattered like glass.

Shards of pain needing to be numbed

Even the most violent attention sought like a treasured crumb.
Men and women given over to desire and lust,

Oh mighty dollar and pleasure the thrust.

All thoughts of escape withered,

Thoughts of death and suicide highly considered.

Oh church let us awaken!

Let the whole earth be shaken!

Let us arise in protest and proclaim:

Give the forsaken a new name,

You are Beautiful, Beloved and Valuable!

To Jesus the messiah your worth incalculable.

Let us in hope call them out!

Let our prayers to heaven lament and shout

For them and us to see past the wounds and the hurt.

Let us be naked and real,

Letting the ice in our veins be warmed, so we may feel

The truth of the power of a savior whose love covers all,

From whose death, healing everyone may draw.

Let us pray for scars to be used for the building of faith,

For the outreaching arm of grace

To grab hold of our world so displaced.

Let us pray for the testimonies along with Christ’s blood

To bring proof to the world that God is still good.