A Prostitute’s Plea

Jesus Cares

“Three things will last forever —
faith, hope, and love —
and the greatest of these is love.”
1 Corinthians 13:13 NLT

When I was sexually, spiritually, and emotionally abused by a pastor, I was talked about and treated as a “whore” by some people. Some said I led the “poor man of God” astray. I believed them and began to identify myself by their words. I was trash. Not even 100 showers a day could ever wash away the filth I felt.

Sometimes we are so ready to judge others when we don’t even know what lies in their hearts. I was never even asked my story. The elders never recognized all the signs and proof of abuse. But to be fair, at that time I felt and said I was totally to blame. Since I had recently become a member, I had to make my confession of guilt in front of the congregation.

Because of my experience, I feel a deep compassion for prostitutes. I know in my heart there is always a deeper story we don’t know.

Did you know that most prostitutes have a history of sexual abuse in their childhood? And the perpetrators are often family members? And this also happens in church communities? Did you know that many are victims of sex trafficking and are coerced or deceived into prostitution? Their minds and wills broken down so badly that they believe they’re not good for anything else?

Perpetrators stalk and prey on the lost, lonely, and vulnerable. So many prostitutes have never learned what real love is. They don’t see themselves as beautiful creations of God, because no one has ever told them. They feel unloved, uncared for, and forgotten.

“Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody,
I think that is a much greater hunger,
a much greater poverty than
the person who has nothing to eat.”
~ Mother Teresa

Recently my niece, who also feels a deep compassion, shared a poem/song she created from a prostitute’s perspective. It deeply touched me. I know what it’s like to feel alone and “stone cold” so as to shut off emotions. To be controlled like a puppet on strings. To feel in the midst of a “living hell” with no hope of ever getting out.

My niece, Shelley Marie, releases her emotions in songs that come into her heart. Like myself, it hurts her when someone says something bad about prostitutes. She has graciously given me permission to share her poem/song with you.


A Prostitute’s Plea

I sell my body for a dime
I’ve never heard a nursery rhyme
And if you can’t see my hurt I’ll never tell
Ya, that my life is like a living’ hell

I paint a smile on my face
And I can give you what it takes
And you’ll go on and brag about yourself
And you don’t know my life is a living’ hell

So, Please remember me someday
When all your lust fades away
And you’re contemplating where your life has gone
I once was just a little girl
Like the one you hug and give a twirl
The one who calls you Daddy when you get home
Please think of me with kindness in your soul

I never had a soul who cared
No one to hold me when I was scared
My heart is just about as cold as stone
And you don’t know how much I feel alone

I’ll act the way you want me to
‘Cause that’s all I know what to do
And there’s no part of me I call my own
And life is hell when you’re someones else’s pawn

So, Please remember me someday
When all your lust fades away
And you’re contemplating where your life has gone
I once was just a little girl
Like the one you hug and give a twirl
The one who calls you Daddy when you get home
Please think of me with kindness in your soul

 © Shelley Marie

A Child's Trust
 “Broken Girl”
by Matthew West


Lord Jesus, thank You so much for allowing Yourself to be broken so we can be made whole. For Your love and grace that can create beauty out of the ashes of our lives. Please give us open minds and hearts to all who are hurting. Help us to be gentle, loving, and compassionate. Not harsh, judgmental, and condemning. Please remember victims everywhere. You can see into every heart and You always know the true story. Please shine the power of Your healing love into their hearts and give them the strength and courage to break free from the chains of shame, insecurity, and fear. Give those who are still in physical and mind bondage the help and the power to get out of those situations. Give us prayerful hearts for them and the courage to do whatever we can. Lord, I believe in the power of Your love and grace! Please help!

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Beauty from Ashes

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“The blood of Jesus, His Son, purifies us from all sin.” (1 John 1:7)

Do you feel dirty, damaged, and different? Jesus’ blood cleans us from all impurities – all sin, guilt, and shame. Whether it’s sin we have committed ourselves or sin committed against us, Jesus’ blood is powerful to purify us from ALL sin.

Annie Lobert’s story testifies to Jesus’ power to purify. His power to heal. His power to bring beauty from ashes. In Annie’s personal story, she writes:

“If God could love me AND forgive me with as much “junk” as I got into…HE CAN DO IT FOR YOU TOO!!!

He put it all together for me…because… when you actually KNOW the truth about yourself, and WHY you’ve done what you’ve done, it sets you completely free! Sin becomes your personal prison if you don’t know this truth. My prison was the lie Satan told me that I was unworthy to be loved. Unworthy because of the bad things that I had done—LIAR! Ha! “Fallen” is dead devil… My secrets are out, and no longer can YOU torment me because–Whom the Son sets free is free indeed!! I am free and out of the cocoon sin put me in! Jail time YOU ARE OVER!!! I am now truly a BUTTERFLY… LOVED BY GOD–and you are too!”

As founder of Hookers for Jesus, Annie’s passion is to Hook (Outreach), Heal (emotional & spiritual restoration) and Help (Transitional Assistance) through the Destiny House program. The reason for the name? Annie says:

“Now I can explain HOOKER FOR JESUS– WHAT is a hooker for Jesus? Well, first of all, the meaning for “HOOKER” is a clipper style boat made for fishing in the 1600’s. Hooker also means a “fish hook”. I believe that God is tired of people thinking that this is such a “dirty” word…so I am taking the name back for HIM!

 Also, I’m an X-HOOKER saved by the grace of God! The “X” just doesn’t mean that I have left that lifestyle… instead it stands for all the nameless prostitutes that are afraid to speak out–for my desire is that God uses me as their unheard voice. Someone needs to care! Someone needs to do something!


Yes, now Annie comforts with the same comfort God gave her. She knows from experience the power pimps have over their victims. “I was beaten, raped, kidnapped, strangled, suffocated, guns put in my mouth, hair cut off, tied up, gagged, put in trunks of cars, bones broken, spit on, kicked, pushed, stalked by crazy men, and during that time I WAS PIMPED (AKA SEX TRAFFICKED) for years!” In His unconditional and powerful love, God transformed her into a beautiful butterfly who is leading others to Jesus and His purifying blood.