Oh Prostitute there you are walking, I see you but I’m not gawking.
On the street your hearts in pain, I wonder if you feel like a crimson stain. Do you know that Jesus can wash you clean again?
Why did you give away your gold, price cheaply something that can’t be sold?
That pain and loneliness needs no longer define who you are, accept your identity in him and come on out of that bar.
Oh Prostitute there you are walking, I see you but I'm not gawking.
Daughter of Zion, see his arms open wide, run into the embrace, you no longer need to hide.
That fear in your eyes, its from believing lies … but do you know the one who hears all your cries?
Enter into his courts with thanksgiving, enter his courts and experience holy living.
Oh Prostitute there you are walking, I see you but I’m not gawking.
3 comments:
Hearts longing for the lost...as our hearts should...Thank you for this, Heather. ~ mama
Thanks for this reminder Heather dearest! This song is heart wrenching. . .
Lauren, it is a poem I wrote after drivng down 82nd st. and seeing so many women, not a song... maybe I should meke it into a song! But, thank you for liking it!
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