A Voice For the Trafficked & Abused

 A Voice for the Trafficked

The call comes a-ringing this universe o’er,

For hearts that are open through which love can pour

On all of the broken, oppressed and abused,

Or in darkest horror are trafficked and used.

Is there not just one who can hear the pained cries?

Midst agony’s ashes which mount to the skies;

Hear pained, shattered children cry out in stark fear

As lust-driven perverts abuse midst filth’s leer.

Can anyone hear how the chains clank in death?

While used as a slave throughout each daily breath;

Their terror runs rampant with heart bleeding sore,

While pain-filled emotions are shred to the core.

Is anyone out there upon the earth’s map?

Who’s willing to serve and to stand in the gap?

So bruised, shackled victims can find some escape

From trafficking slavery and harsh, brutal rape.

Let’s lend them a hand to break out of the pit

Where lust-driven pimps on the power throne sit;

Do not leave them crying in destitute pain,

But on broken lives let us love and care rain.

Accept them and validate horrors untold –

Expose all the truth amid facts harsh and cold:

For Satan would have us conceal all his deeds

Of violent abuse and perverse, filthy creeds.

There’s hope for the shattered, the crying and used,

And healing in full for the shreds of abused;

Though one feels their life is reduced to filth’s rot,

Yet friend, there is hope for all things brought to naught.

For God up in heaven has seen every act

Committed against you, each vile gruesome fact;

Twas He that was there and did carry you through –

Preserving your life when dark death was in view.

 He loves to enfold you within His embrace,

And for every breath He renews His rich grace;

He holds your full healing and freedom anew,

And daily seeks vessels to pour His love through!

- Keturah Survivor

written Dec. 1, 2013