(Link: please also see this page entitled, A Touch Of Perfection, which relates to this blog)

Umm. Not a phrase that invokes good feelings is it? Most of us shudder at the thought of our daughters or even grandchildren going into prostitution to earn a living. Yet there are literally millions of women all round the world who are either prostitutes themselves or they have a close relative who is in the trade.

Sadness is not a word that aptly describes the reality of the situation. But God is the all knowing, all loving, all helping God who does intervene in the lives of women and girls trapped in this profession. Here’s a true story that shows how he can reach into a desperate life and turn it around in an instant. Let’s pray for millions more like these:

All My Friends Are Pretty
(Based on a true story)

I should have worn a see-through blouse,
And put on more eye-liner.
These stockings are too thick,
I wish they were finer.
My skirt’s not short enough.
The hem is too long,
It hides my lovely thighs,
Oh, I’ve got this all wrong.
I wish my hair was longer,
And look what I’m concealing,
My top should be lower,
That would be more appealing.
I’m usually the first,
To be picked up out here,
But they’ve all driven past.
No client has come near.
All my friends are pretty,
Perhaps I’ve lost my looks.
I really hope my pimp
Doesn’t scrap me from his books.
Each girl has been approached,
And jumped into a car.
This is humiliating,
The worst night by far.
Now there’s only me left.
It’s cold and this sucks.
Tonight, I’ll be grateful
If I make a hundred bucks.
All my friends are pretty,
But I’m approaching thirty.
I feel old and worthless
And I feel so very dirty.
My toes are numb
From three hours in high heels.
Will I ever get used to
These nightly ordeals?
Delay prolongs the torment.
I want to sleep and forget.
Being alone on these dark streets,
Always makes me fret.

To help with oblivion,
I’ll roll up a strong spliff,
And I’ve got a stash of needles,
And white powder to sniff.
We give ourselves away,
So many times a night,
That there’s no time to wonder,
If what we do is right.
The behaviour of some men,
Often leave me shaken,
So I inject to numb the fear,
That my life could be taken.
I really need a coat,
And I need to rest my feet.
Ah, who is this strange guy,
Strolling down the street?
Does he want to get acquainted?
This part’s always scary,
But there’s a girl behind him,
So I am not so wary.
But, is he mocking me,
With his great big smile?
Now he stops and asks,
If he could talk a while.
’Don’t want talk, I want business!
Can this man afford my price?
He hasn’t got a car,
And he’s being much too nice.
But all my friends are pretty,
So they’ve already got their work,
Seems like I have no choice,
But to go with this jerk.
He holds out a small book,
And beckons me to read,
Then says to me softly,
“Here, this is what you need.”
It says, “For God so loved the world,
That he gave his only son…”
Oh no, I need a quick escape,
Shall I grab my bag and run?

Then, suddenly I realise,
These are words that I should cherish.
It says if I accept God’s son,
When I die, I will not perish.
This book, this book, this book!
Now I know what he is holding.
The words inside have come alive,
And this mystery is unfolding.
It was twenty years ago,
Someone did the same thing,
By showing me a bible,
Which made my small heart sing.
Wanting to hear more stories,
I searched for him the next day,
But to my disappointment,
I heard he had gone away.
I want to know this Jesus.
I need no more persuading.
I want to be completely free,
From a life that is degrading.
Oh I must tell all my friends
When they finally get back.
They think they have all they need,
But this is what they lack.
All my friends are ugly,
They are trapped and in despair.
They block out the reality
By pretending not to care.
All my friends are ugly,
For inside they are crying.
Because life without Jesus,
Means one by one, they’re dying.
I gave myself to many,
Who just wanted to use me,
But God has forgiven,
And doesn’t accuse me.
I won’t compare myself,
With others anymore,
For right here I have found
What I’ve been searching for.