In my own little world it hardly ever rains. I’ve never gone hungry, always felt safe. I got some money in my pocket, shoes on my feet. In my own little world: Population me.
I try to stay awake through the Sunday morning church. I throw a twenty in the plate but I never give ’til it hurts. And I turn off the news when I don’t like what I see… It’s easy to do when it’s population me.
What if there’s a bigger picture? What if I’m missing out? What if there’s a greater purpose I could be living right now? Outside my own little world…
Stopped at a red light, looked out my window. Outside the car saw a sign, said “Help this homeless widow.” Just above this sign was the face of a human. I thought to myself, “God, what have I been doing?”. So I rolled down my window and I looked her in the eye. Oh how many times have I just passed her by? I gave her some money, then I drove on through… and my own little world reached population two.
Father, break my heart for what breaks Yours.
Give me open hands and open doors.
Put Your light in my eyes and let me see,
That my own little world is not about me.
[matthew west. my own little world.]
Heard this song on my way to work this morning. Convicting. Challenging. The cry of my heart.
