Letter to a Prostitute

During a night of outreach in a popular red light district in Bangkok, I felt helpless in reaching a prostitute we met with at a bar. After leaving, I wrote the following:

                    

Dear Miss, I wish there were words I could say.

Wish I could guide you to go a different way.

You think the money makes it all alright

To compromise and stay with him all night.

Sex sells and you know how to flirt.

Smiles with make-up to cover up the hurt. 

Dear Lost, longing for a life

Free from bondage and empty strife;

The night life has treated you well

With alcohol to forget it’s hell.

Oh God, I don’t know where to start

To reach this fragile, broken heart.

 

 

Dear Whore—not anymore;

See what love the Father has in store.

Dear Adored, could you open your eyes

And see the beauty found in Christ?