“Precious” A Poem By Dale Cupo

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For this month’s blog I want to introduce everyone to Dale.  Dale is an Intercessor for Freedom and Restoration for Everyone Enslaved.  She is also an incredible help to all that we do in the organization.  She is always ready and willing to pray, and always ready and willing to help.  She has a heart to help those enslaved.  She is a great addition to the FREE team, and we are blessed to have her alongside of us in this fight against human trafficking.  Dale is also a poet.  God has given her the gift to write poetry, and she writes beautiful poetry.

Please take time to read through Dale’s words in Did You Know That Trafficking Is Happening All Around You, and her poem, Precious.  We have no doubt you will see her heart for those enslaved, and why we are so grateful to have her with us at FREE.

Thank you,

Andrea McHenry

Executive Director of Freedom and Restoration for Everyone Enslaved

“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”  John 1:5


Did You Know That Trafficking Is Happening All Around You?

Did you know that trafficking is happening all around you?  It is in our country, in our states and counties, as well as our towns and cities.  People sold for others gain.  It is something we need to start to see with different eyes.  To not look past the prostitute or stripper in disdain but stop and pause and gain understanding that many participate against their wills.  We need to stop and see the needs around us, especially the vulnerable and displaced, as they are even more prone to be abused and trafficked.  We need to stop the practices that fuel the market such as pornography and the devaluation of human beings. The words below were penned as my own heart began to awaken to this horrific, multi-billion dollar industry.  


By Dale Cupo

Precious, tiny, vulnerable infant,

Sweet Little girl or boy still so innocent,

Purity still in place.

But too soon this will not be the case.

Commence the slither of sin,

Twisting and turning its way in.

Some to be property traded for gain

Filling the bellies of those who at home remain.

Some their only crimes

Believing their pimping boyfriends’ lies.

Others just desiring food and to get out of the cold

Allowing their bodies to be used and sold.

Broken promises, heart ache and strife,

Pushed and enslaved into the harshest life.

Beaten, tortured and broken

Abused, all innocence stolen.

Fear a daily event

No place to be safe, none to their defense.

Home a memory of the past.

Whore, loser, worthless, new names cast.

All hope shattered like glass.

Shards of pain needing to be numbed

Even the most violent attention sought like a treasured crumb.

Men and women given over to desire and lust,

Oh mighty dollar and pleasure the thrust.

All thoughts of escape withered,

Thoughts of death and suicide highly considered.

Oh church let us awaken!

Let the whole earth be shaken!

Let us arise in protest and proclaim:

Give the forsaken a new name,

You are Beautiful, Beloved and Valuable!

To Jesus the Messiah your worth incalculable.

Let us in hope call them out!

Let our prayers to heaven lament and shout

For them and us to see past the wounds and the hurt.

Let us be naked and real,

Letting the ice in our veins be warmed, so we may feel

The truth of the power of a Savior whose love covers all,

From whose death, healing everyone may draw.

Let us pray for scars to be used for the building of faith,

For the outreaching arm of grace

To grab hold of our world so displaced.

Let us pray for the testimonies along with Christ’s blood

To bring proof to the world that God is still good.