Give me your eyes

Look down from a broken sky 
Traced out by the city lights 
My world from a mile high
Best seat in the house tonight

Touch down on the cold black top 
Hold on for the sudden stop
Breath in the familiar shock
Of confusion and chaos

All those people going somewhere 
Why have I never cared
Give me your eyes for just one second 
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted 
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see

                                                                        
Step out on a busy street 
See a girl and our eyes meet
Does her best to smile at me 
To hide what’s underneath

There's a man just to her right
Black suit and a bright red tie
Too ashamed to tell his wife
He's out of work, He's buying time

All those people going somewhere 
Why have I never cared
Give me your eyes for just one second 
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted 
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see


I’ve been here a million times 
A couple of million eyes
Just move and pass me by
I swear I never thought that I was wrong
I need a second glance
Give me a second chance
To see the way you’ve seen the people all along

P.S. This is a song by Brandon Heath 

A Petition

Dear Lord,

There is a man somewhere in this great country whose heart has been broken too many times, whose spirit has been crushed far too many moments. He’s had to drink from the cup of sorrow and bitterness time and again. He believed in a dream and dared to follow it through. Somewhere along the way the dream went horribly wrong, pulling him far away from his only wife and children, drawing a wedge between him and his loved ones, unloved, despised and judged, he walk alone. Then a dreadful disease killed his wife. His grief was unfathomable. While his heart weeps in silent, life moves on pulling him into a quicksand of hopelessness. He’s like a prisoner in his own life. But smiled he did. “It will be okay”, is what he would always say to his children. He portrays an eternal optimism, positive that things will work out. He strives on still believing his dream because there is no other way. He is caught between a wall and a hard rock.

Last evening his father passed away. I heard his broken voice, dear Lord. He could not bid goodbye to his father. He cannot attend to his last rites. The stake on his life is too high.

He is your son, dear Lord, father in heaven. Oh what troubles this man has to undergo. Have mercy on him, we beseech you.  Save him. Send comfort to his tired soul, his broken spirit. Pull him up from the quagmire he has fallen into. Give him victory dear Lord. Anoint his head with oil and let his cup overflow with goodness and love all the days of his life…

There is a daughter, a young vibrant girl who is bogged down by the cares and worries events in her life has thrown her way. She’s taken up the mantle of being a loving daughter, a responsible sister, mothering her loved ones while catering to the concerns of her job. Give her strength and wisdom. Give her the calmness she needs to execute things; the peace she needs to think clearly; and love to surround her, embrace her, and uplift her spirit.      

As for me I seek for patience, perseverance and continual faith to uphold my love ones in prayer. In my helplessness, in our frailty, we turn to you dear father in heaven…

Amen

My memory of Christmas past....

is a song we were taught...

It's Christmas time
There's no need to be afraid
At Christmas time, we let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy

Throw your arms around the world at Christmas time

But say a prayer
Pray for the other ones
At Christmas time it's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring there
Are the clanging chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you

And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmas time
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
(Oooh) Where nothing ever grows
No rain nor rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmas time at all

(Here's to you) raise a glass for everyone
(Here's to them) underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's Christmas time at all

Feed the world, feed the world, feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again

Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again

This is me

(Watched the movie  Guzaarish last night. It's a tear jerker no doubt.However it spoke to me on a different level.The protagonist Ethan Mascarenhas (Hrithik Roshan) 's plight struck a chord of my life...what was, what could have been and who I am now. There are still shadows I'll have to deal with cause shadows don't go away...they stay with you. Faith Hill sang the song 'This is me'. I could have sung it too)




Yeah I have my addictions
And keep my share of secrets
And things you'll never see
I get selfish and defensive
And pay too much attention to my insecurities
Oh I'm just like everybody else
I try to love Jesus and myself

I don't know what you believe
Or what you think of what you see
But this is a part of me
What i do and who i am
All my impurities
Are right here on my sleeve
This is me
This is me

My heart break for the homeless
I worry about my parents
And all my bills are late
I'm dealing with the changes
This complicated Strangeness
Of seeing life this way
I'm just like everybody else
I try to love Jesus and myself


I laugh at silly movies
Tear up when i see babies
And I'm stubborn as a stone
I criticize my body
I wonder if  I'm ready
To ever be alone
Oh I'm just like everybody else
I cry like everybody else


(P.S. Thank you HimS for being there)