beauty for ashes

Rahab
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Born of the vile, blessed in the name of idols, raised with the prideful.

Sell my body, sell my soul, everything has a price. gods of gold.
Sell my reputation, & self respect,…but it doesn't matter much here anyway.

They don't care what you do.
They don't care what you lose.

Mistaking indifference for freedom
neglect for liberty.

Yeah, we have long sold many morals for power, for pomp.
So do what you want.
Live how you like.
Everyone looks out for number one.
We only care about ourselves.
As long as we can win.
Everyone get their fix.


So sell my body, sell my soul
Sell my dignity & reputation
…not that it matters much to them. They don't look down on me for this.

No one cares what you do anyway.
No one cares if you lose your way.
I'm popular in this place. Everyone knows my name.

Sell my body, sell my soul. Everything has a price. gods of gold.

Why do I need respect? And why should I need love?
Just blend in with the many faces, no one cares anyway.
The only reason I stand out at all is because I'm the local harlot, "the slut who'll sleep with anyone."
Our people are like our gods, they don't care who you are
They don't care about your scars
They don't care what you do
So live your life. Do what you want
No one cares what you lose


Sell my time,
sell my life,
sell my body,
sell my soul.
Everything has a price.


I tell my pain & shame and fears to my gods, but they haven't answered.

Our priests haven't said anything that really comforts me, or helps.

Though, some did give me a little money….for a price of my services of course.

My gods won't send anyone to comfort me in any of my problems, so I guess they don't care.

Sell my body
Sell my soul
They don't care who I am
They don't care what I do

This is all there is?




I meet some men today, who treated me with respect. They didn't want my…um…"services" so to speak
But they did want me to help hide them…but in return, they promised to return the kindness by sparing my life & my family when war breaks out…
and in my new life with them & their people, I won't have to be the harlot to get attention, money…or love.
They told me of a God that would go to the ends of the earth & back again for me. Who wants and longs to help me, to hear me, to comfort me, to be my God,….and I, His daughter.    

"daughter" not "hooker" not "nameless, faceless subject"

His possession to protect, correct & love
….not to use, abuse, and ignore     




I'm getting out today.
This red rope will be the key to my new life.

I am no longer "Rahab, the harlot" but, "Rahab, the beloved daughter of God."