"Night and day my soul cries
my tears are my food
No one hears my cry
I feel nothing but pain
my dreams are no longer
my hope is no where, nothing
All my days I have worked
put my body and soul on the line
for a few rupees
I feel barely worth the rupees I earn
I am nothing, I have no escape
my heart is hard, the bitter gift of being numb
If I knew what a father was
what a father could be
maybe I could call His name
maybe I could feel His love"
The cry of a woman in the sex-trade. Holy Spirit, send your love. We need a judge. Jesus, we need you to come.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
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