"I Saw What I Saw," by Sara Groves

I've struggled to put words to my thoughts after a week in Romania. I finally saw faces to go with the (quickly growing) statistics of human trafficking. The rate at which young girls are kidnapped from their homes or streets and sent to another country for a lifetime of sexual slavery is staggering. Can you imagine how hopeless a young girl must feel in a foreign country, without friends and family, with days marked only by repeated rape? I can't. I can't imagine how hopeless they are and how heartbroken God is about it. God says to reach the orphans and widows and prisoners--I can't help but wonder if these girls qualify as all three!

I can tell you one thing that I learned. Every single girl that has come through that shelter in Romania said this, "I cried out to God." That is how I know God exists, that in our hearts we know there is a god out there. The good news is that, in that shelter, you can answer, "See? He heard you. You're here now. You're safe." There are millions of girls calling out to God right now. I want them to know that the God they are calling out to loves them and hears them.

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I saw what I saw and I can't forget it.
I heard what I heard and I can't go back.
I know what I know and I can't deny it.
Something on the road cut me to the soul.

Your pain has changed me, your dream inspires.
Your face a memory, your hope a fire.
Your courage asks me what I am afraid of and what I know of love.

We've done what we've done and we can't erase it.
We are what we are and it's more than enough.
We have what we have but it's no substitution.
Something on the road cut me to the soul.

Your pain has changed me, your dream inspires.
Your face a memory, your hope a fire.
Your courage asks me what I am made of and what I know of love.

I say what I say with no hesitation.
I have what I have, but I'm giving it up.
I do what I do with deep conviction.
Something on the road cut me to the soul.

Your courage asked me what I'm afraid of.
Your courage asked what I am made of.
Your courage asked me what I'm afraid of...and what I know of love.
...And what I know of God.