What's Behind a Poem?: A Human Trafficking Journey
Today we share a special post from Jill Hansen in the WOV Colorado chapter. A poet, Jill used her talent to write “Abduction”, a poem which describes the anguish of trafficking and the hope found in Jesus. Jill describes how the poem came to her and how she has shared it.
I woke up one morning in December 2011 and it was as if a seed had been planted. I knew a poem was coming, but I didn’t know what it was going to be about. A few days later I got up and I knew that this would be the day I would write that poem, and that it would be on human trafficking. At that time, I really didn’t know that much about the subject, so I looked up to the sky and said “Human trafficking? How do I write a poem about human trafficking?” My next thought was “Well, if that’s what He wants, He will give me the words.” I fasted and prayed, asking for the words. When I was done, I said, “Okay Lord, I put this in your hands, do with it as you will.”
I only shared it with 5 people and within a couple of hours, one of them emailed me that she was going to India to speak with some rescued human traffic victims there, she asked if she could bring my poem with her. As things turned out, because of the religious nature of the poem, she was not able to give copies to the girls, but it was shared with other women there. It has since been used at a couple of events including our recent WOV Colorado event with Anne Darr, FBI Victim Specialist on human trafficking.
Additionally, I have shared it with some women at a safe house in Denver and they wanted copies for friends because it hit home for them. Although not human trafficking victims, we have all been captive to something: abuse, drugs, alcohol, insecurities. They felt like it spoke to them, reassuring them that Jesus is with them, that He will carry them through, and that we are all precious in the eyes of our Lord Jesus. I plan to hand this poem out to people at the Colorado Human Trafficking Advocacy Day at the Capitol in Denver on the 21st.
She was drugged, abducted, beaten and sold
Now she lay shivering, hungry and cold
No hope, no love, no life worth living
Handcuffed and used at her captors bidding
She wonders if she can survive what is happening
Being a victim of human trafficking
Tears filling her hands covering her face
She weeps until sleep provides her some grace
She wakes slowly with a soft voice saying
My dear one, our Father has heard you praying
Your captors are gone, let us help you heal
Let us teach you about Jesus, His love is real
The things that will last are faith, hope and love
The greatest of these is His love from above
Memories haunt her and healing takes time
Jesus carries her whispering, “precious child of mine”
All glory to God,