Crisel, Micha, Joy and I

Crisel, Micha, Joy and I
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Sunday, July 29, 2007

Nameless Girl

This is a song I wrote a few months ago about a girl I used to see working the streets early in the morning when I was delivering newspapers for the Free Press. I would guess she is about 13 or 14.
I see her in the morning as she's walking down my street, She's looking for someone to love her. Her long brown hair is beautifull, her smile shames the sun, And I can't help but thinking who would rob her. Of all she ever really held, her innocence and joy, The joy of being just a child... There's pain in her laughter now, there's fear in her smile, She's looking for someone who would use her. She thinks she needs a dollar, maybe two, maybe more, And somehow she thinks it can save her. Perhaps she owes somebody, or really craves a high, Or maybe it's really for her dinner. There's no way I will ever know, except just to trust her, The one thing that maybe I can give her. It's the one thing that maybe I can give her. It's the only thing... maybe I can give her.
I see her in the morning as she's walking down my street, She's looking for someone to love her. Her long brown hair is beautifull, her smile shames the sun, And I can't help but thinking who would rob her. Of all she ever really held, her innocence and joy, The joy of being just a child... There's pain in her laughter now, there's fear in her smile, As she waits for someone to use her. She thinks she needs a dollar, maybe two, maybe more, And somehow she thinks it can save her. Perhaps she owes somebody, or really craves a high, Or maybe it's really for her dinner. There's no way I will ever know, except just to love her, The one thing that maybe I can give her. For she could be my daughter, be my sister or my lover, But oh... she really needs a saviour. How, she's longing for a saviour. Oh, she wants someone to save her. Lord, she really needs a saviour. Oh my Lord, she's longing for a saviour...
I see her in the morning as she's walking down my street, She's looking for someone who would love her. Her long brown hair is beautifull, her smile shames the sun, And I can't help but thinking who would rob her? No I can't help but thinking who would rob her? I really can't help thinking... Who would rob her?

Copyright 2007, Jacob Blondahl

Just a post script on this one... A few days ago, in a field outside town, they found the body of a young girl said to be a prostitute who worked the area where I delivered my newspapers. I saw her picture in the paper. She was in fact 17. And she is no longer the "Nameless Girl" as I had titled the song. Her name was Fonessa Bruyere. But regardless of names and ages, I have to ask... How long will this go on? When will we as a people say enough is enough, and stand up to defend our children? HOW LONG??? May God have mercy on us all.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Return

"To the angel of the church in Ephesus write: These are the words of him who holds the seven stars in his right hand and walks among the seven golden lampstands: I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked men, that you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them false. You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary. Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love. Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from it's place. But you have this in your favor: You hate the practices of the Nicolatians, which I also hate. He who has an ear, Let him hear what the spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to eat from the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God." -Revelation 2:1-7 NIV