Roses to princesses on the streets.
Princesses with lipstick smeared
And mascara running down their cheeks.
Pretty to the eyes of the beholder.
Pretty to the man, but nothing cheap.
A rose was handed to one dressed in black.
“Where is mine” another woman quickly cried.
In a strip bar, where girls hid no shame,
I held her hand and asked her name.
Our fingers intertwined
So that I did not see colours between the lines,
And I prayed for the naked princess at my side.
"I can’t let you see me,"
A princess pretty in pink.
“I’m nearly naked.”
She looked beautiful to me.
I held hands with a sinner!
Look at my good deed.
I know God was looking down
And smiling brightly over me.
But when amen was said,
I couldn’t bear to let them go,
Because as I prayed for this sinner
One said she’d pray for me…
Who are we to look down on them,
Those princesses of the King of Kings
Christ died for them as he died for me…