Human Trafficking (poem by me)

She’s my daughter,
She’s her sister,
She’s their friend,
but to others, she’s just a picture
in the end.

She’s a model,
She’s a stripper
She’s more than that—
She’s a victim.

She sells her body
but it takes a toll on her soul
And the money, well she has to hand it over
to her earthly master—
yep, the human trafficker.

The girl was tricked and nabbed
Escaping’s not a possibility
‘cause if she runs or blabs
they will strike her family.

They feed her drugs and lots of gin
Cause she hates all this
And has to fake all this
But buyers are fooled by her sexy grin.

Buyers buy, sell, and facilitate
because they have money to compensate
But would they really if they knew the truth that…
She’s my daughter,
She’s her sister,
She’s their friend
And ultimately, she’s God’s daughter
in the end.

*January is human trafficking awareness month.

**Need help praying for persons who have been exploited, misused, or abused? This and many other focused prayers can be found in Draw Near’s free ebook called Wings Like Eagles: A Prayer Book. Just click HERE to access it.

 

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Menagerie: An Anthology of Christian Writing (FREE EBOOK)

NEW RELEASE! Menagerie: An Anthology of Christian Writingswirl cover is now available! Click HERE to read this free ebook online right now or download it to read later. An arrangement of reverent, humorous, and touching pieces that are consistent with Christian values has been compiled for your enjoyment. This diverse collection of stories and poems includes writings from the following authors: Annieve Leonardi, David Meade, DT Richards, Judy K. Haught, Kevin Shaw, Kim Bond, Kim Rodrigues, Mercy Susanna, Molly~wound dresser, Nicholas Froumis, Rabbi Ben Avraham, Ruth Asch, Saranya Sridharan, and Wanda J. Burnside.

Meet the Author

NEW RELEASE! Menagerie: An Anthology of Christian Writingswirl cover is now available! Click HERE to read this free ebook online right now or download it to read later. This diverse collection of stories and poems includes writings from a variety of authors. Draw Near is pleased to introduce some of the talented writers who contributed their work to this ebook.

David Meade I live in Arlington Texas, married 31 years, three daughters, and one golden retriever.  I am a graduate of Valparaiso University, mechanical engineering and I earned a Master of Business Degree from University of Texas, Arlington.  Love to write, paint, run, bake, and ride my bike!  I currently work for Thrivent Financial as a certified financial planner – a faith based organization helping people be wise with money and live generously.

DT Richards is the writing name of a Canadian Christian writer currently living and working in Singapore. His work has been published in Edify Fiction, among others, and he maintains a blog at dtrichards.wordpress.com. He is deeply interested in how God works in people’s lives without them knowing it.

Judy K. Haught, Christian 48 years. She began with short stories, and poetry. She discovered her writings were always ending with Christ as Victorious, showing Him as the “Great I Am.”

Kim Rodrigues lives in Georgia and has served in the U.S. Navy. She currently works in the library. Kim loves spending time with her grandkids and all her family. Her current passion for poetry was ignited after taking some online classes. Kim’s greatest passion is for the Lord. She has earned a certificate in Christian Ministry through INSTE Bible College. She also loves to travel, dabbles in quilting, enjoys history.

Mercy Susanna is a 22-year-old girl from India who loves to minister through her writings. She is a compassionate indite poet, article writer, storyteller and works with the commentary on the Scripture. She is a firm Christian apologetic and is passionate to let the world know how the God Almighty is the only Creator of this universe and Jesus Christ the Son is the only Saviour of this world. Her recent writings ‘How I met Jesus’ and ’21st Century Church-Where is this going?’ are found online on her blog MercySusanna~orisonbardsuz.

Molly ~ wound dresser These are desperate days and people are losing hope in record numbers. “People need the LORD” just like the old Steve Green song said. My desire is to bring the gifts God has given me, of encouragement and teaching, to a world dying for hope and searching for the healing, I believe, only Jesus Christ can bring to the wounded heart.

Nicholas Froumis practices optometry in the Bay Area. His writing has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in Gravel, Right Hand Pointing, The Penwood Review, WestWard Quarterly, and Ground Fresh Thursday.  He lives in San Jose, CA with his wife, novelist Stacy Froumis, and their daughter.

Rabbi Ben Avraham is originally from Queens, New York City, born in 1954. He was ordained as Messianic Rabbi in 2005 at Shema Yisrael Theological Seminary in Miami, FL and went to Liberty University in Lynchburg, VA. He is married with 6 grown kids and 9 grandkids.

Ruth Asch is a much-published poet and prose writer. After years of teaching she is venturing into a career editing and proof-reading in order to give more time to her husband and five children. Her writings can be found online, in many anthologies, and in her volume Reflections (2009 St Austin Press).

Saranya Sridharan is an Indian Software Engineer by profession and a passionate author by choice. She has been blogging for around 6 years and  has recently published a book titled “Poetic Medley”. She believes in motivating other people, inspiring them to be positive in their life.

Wanda J. Burnside is an author, poet, teacher and publisher/founder of The Lamp Newsletter. She is the founder and president of Write the Vision Ministries and Media Productions, Int’l. She has been married to Simmie Lee Burnside, Jr. since 1972. They reside in Detroit, MI.

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Unconditional Love (poem by me)

I am not in a
moral,
physical,
financial,
or spiritual
race with you.
I am just looking for a friend.
Will you accept my unconditional love?

I am not
criticizing,
judging,
condemning,
or despising you
in my head.
Will you accept my unconditional love?

I am only expressing the love
the Father has bestowed on me.
He taught me how to
love others unconditionally.
Will you accept His unconditional love?

“But God showed how much he loved us by having Christ die for us, even though we were sinful.”—Romans 5:8

Poem to Santa from Me

Santa, if you are able—I have a big wish,
Please add maple cabinets for me to your list,
While you are at it—a pretty new floor,
And a modern backsplash, I would simply adore.

I have done the best I can without complaint,
Our old stuff has been fixed up with layers of paint,
But our cabinets are still just particle board,
And the linoleum floor could win an Ugly Award.

This year, I’ll admit I yelled at the kids a little,
Okay, maybe a lot or somewhere in the middle,
But one broke curfew; the other an end table,
They won’t change by the gentle retelling of a fable.

I won’t mind the elves banging and hammering away,
Just PLEASE give me a new kitchen on this Christmas Day!

*Only a little time left to submit your short story for Menagerie. Details here: https://drawneartochrist.com/call-for-submissions/.

For That Girl (poem by me)

I wish I was your mother
so I could caress your infant head,
tuck you in at night,
and read a story by your bed.

I wish I was your mother
so I could say it will be okay,
bandage your cut,
and send you back out to play.

I wish I was your mother
so I could tell you God’s plan,
take you to church,
and urge you to wait for a godly man.

*This poem was written in honor of National Adoption Day.

From an Iraqi Village (poem by me)

My words were like stillborn children,
My cries for help—all impotent,
Like lambs led to the slaughter,
I’m the only one left.

So hungry I felt like an animal
lusting after human flesh,
So thirsty I drank
my own vile sweat.

I grew immune to the smell
of slow-rotting flesh,
Stopped averting my eyes
when they sliced off their necks.
My lungs still have breath,
But my soul’s ironed flat.

*This poem was written to increase awareness of human suffering in Iraq and inspire prayer for its citizens.