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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

People may wonder why I do the thing nowdays
I also keep questioning my heart
But true life accounts like this
warms my heart again and again.
And the story goes like this:

There was a prostitute,
Who was picked by a
24hour church.
Despite a better change of environment
For more people love her
More than the physical side,
Yet her attitude remains rude
And her heart is so hardened.

Yet, everyone still showers their love unconditionally.
But how many of us know that,
If you keep loving
And the love is not received back from the subject,
You will get frustrated.
And that is exactly what the pastor felt
To the point
He blurt out
Why are you like that?

The girl then replied; years ago
When I was pregnant by an unknown man
I decided to keep the baby.
Right after birth, I saw the child
And I told myself
I am going to love the baby
With all that I have
With all that I am
For no one ever showers me true love.

Just then her pimp came in,
And with a gun
He shot the baby to death
And make her not being able
To EVER give birth in her entire life again.
Imagine her saturated pain and sorrow.
All that she ever loves is gone
All that she ever knows about love is gone.

The pastor cried with the girl.
There were no words that can compensate.
No one, not even I can describe it well.
May be you do not feel any emotions.
U got to realize some things
Are never meant to be told
But meant to be felt.

Just imagine your child, your love
Then your anguish and that scars.
I don’t know why
Call it maternal instinct (hey I am not pregnant or wad yet alright)
Something strong just kicks in my heart

And it says, this is what I am living for
Saving those lost souls
Saving those hurts
Saving those pains
Knowing well that Christ heal them all.

Later in the story, the prostitute was saved and she has since then earnestly going out to help more prostitutes who were like her once upon a time.

I am not surprised by the ending.

I am tired and I do not wish to blog but I felt this could impact someone’s life today.