After even being rescued and out of the system shame, condemnation, depression and unbelievable grief hold them so tightly. The Kings hand is held out for any victim to take hold of. The ache in their heart is so vast. Being forsaken, striped of dignity of any name, of childhood. Abandoned by parents. Orphaned and then adopted into the arms of lust. brought in by the spirit of perversion, that blossoms like a tree and grows stronger and stronger in its roots with every experience. The groan for satisfaction in the mens heart lead them further into the wilderness of numbness their only water is going deeper with another child. The girls wear a mask of seductiveness but they would burn it at any sight of a flame. I want to be a flame, a fire that would consume all shame, that would crown them as Haddasah and take them into Your courts where You would sit them on a high seat next to you for all of eternity.
How many sex slaves live a life of hell on earth then a life of hell for all eternity... sex trafficking is so much deeper than anything I just wrote, I just thought I could write the surface of what I feel. The reality is something you decide to go into and take hold of then to intercede and go adopt the unloved.
"He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun." psalm 37:6