She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly." -A Team, Ed Sheeran
This song is probably one of the saddest I've heard in a while, because it's true. Girls like the one described in this song can be found in any corner of the world, on any continent, on any street; girls who, although fallen and sinful, were created as the crowning glories of creation. As John and Stacy Eldredge point out in their book Captivating, creation was not complete, not perfect, until woman was made. These girls, who were made to be loved and treasured, believe themselves to be of so little worth that they allow themselves to be bought, used, and thrown away like dirty dishrags. These beautiful creatures, who were made to love God with all their being and live a full, vibrant, and joy-filled life, instead live for the next high that will make them feel better for two seconds and then leave them again with the God-shaped hole that epitomizes their lives. They sell their souls and their bodies, believing that there is no other option, that they deserve no more than a life of misery and heartache, little daring to believe that as close as a leap of faith, God is waiting for them with arms wide open. He is ready and willing to fill their God-shaped emptiness, to clothe them in all the worth of His Son, and to love them with all the infinite, self-sacrificing love He feels for them. They do not have to live such degrading, menial lives, but they do not know that they have another option. And what do we do most of the time? We judge them. We let them live in their lies and their shame and do not tell them of who they could be, of who they are meant to be, or of the great value that God places on them. If we did, then maybe, just maybe, these girls who rely on pipes and fleeting love to get them through life, would be fewer and more far between.
