Today after ministry my heart was bitter. We went to a Sex Trafficking cafe, where the more money men spend on food the more time they get with the women and the more invasive they can be. Then God gave me these words and they turned out to be pretty dang cool. Through Him I was able to find understanding and soon peace about the experience.
I wanted to puke,
I wanted to cry,
I couldn’t do either so I trailed at the back of the line.
My anger was flaring,
my heart was breaking.
I was lost in thoughts,
and replaying everything in my mind.
One step in the ‘cafe’ and you could feel it,
this is a place where darkness thrives.
There’s no Red Light District in Nepal,
but rather ‘cafes’ where you can have it all.
We sipped our milk tea,
and waited for our chance to speak.
Her name was Eba,
she’s what we really ordered.
Small talk,
that’s all it could be,
otherwise her employer would ask us to leave.
“I didn’t go to school,
I have no qualifications.”
Those are the words she spoke by.
“All I have is my body,”
those were just implied.
All she’s ever heard are lies.
The door opened,
coldness rushed in,
it took the form of a man.
My stomach fell,
and so did Eba’s smile.
We all knew what was next.
“It’s about to get busy,”
she whimpered as he walked by.
We left,
I wish she could have came with,
or told her she was worth more than this.
Sex is a drug,
some are addicted.
Women are being traded,
for others sexual desire.
I wish I could stop it.
I wish I could scream,
“those are God’s daughters!”
but they wouldn’t listen to my plea.
All I can do is write this blog,
but what good is that gonna do?
Get a couple hundred views,
and then soon be old news?
What about the good news?
Will they ever know the truth?
Salvation is coming,
and it’s coming soon.
Jesus will set the slaves free,
and make the perpetrators fall to their knees.
But what about the here,
what about the now?
Prayer.
Cry to the Lord.
He hears it all.
He is coming,
and soon all the chains will fall.
