Child of the Night

This is a poem that I wrote a few years ago when I first found out about the trafficking that is happening all over the world. I spent three weeks praying, crying and writing this piece. It was the most difficult as well as the most important thing I have ever written.

I've only ever shared it with a few, select people, but God has put on my heart to share it here, today. So, here it is:


Child of the Night

Lonely little girl, taken from her home

Sold by desperate parents to a world that’s dark and cold

Only six years old, her innocence stripped away

By the highest bidder who shattered her soul that day.

Used her for his pleasure then tossed her to the side

While she cried for her mother and frantically tried to hide

She’ll scream out in pain
She’ll cry out in fear
She’ll call out for help
But no one will hear

It hurts too much to feel
It hurts too much to see
It hurts too much to recognize
What’s happening to me
　

When she tried to run away, they tied her to the bed

Ignored her screams of terror and wracking sobs of dread

It didn’t take too long for her to stop the fight

Numbly accept her fate to live as a Child of the Night

Her spirit broken, her body bruised, her mind in a thousand pieces

Resigned to live a life of fear and pain that never ceases.

　
It hurts too much to feel
It hurts too much to see
It hurts too much to recognize
What’s happening to me
　

She’ll scream out in pain
She’ll cry out in fear
She’ll call out for help
But no one will hear

No one but God whose heart breaks each time

A little one is violated. He’s pierced by each cry

Each horror committed by a depraved man’s lust

Will not remain hidden, in this you can trust

What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light

God will avenge each child in his might.


It would be better for them to be thrown into the sea with a millstone tied around their neck than to cause one of these little ones to stumble. Luke 17:2