27 October 2008

wounds that heal and cracks that fix

look at earth from outer space
everyone must find the place
give me time and give me space

give me real, don't give me fake

give me strength, reserve control

give me heart and give me soul

wounds that heal and cracks that fix

tell me your own politik

open up your eyes
just open up your eyes

and give me love over this


i don't have a lot to say tonight. there are many wisps of thought spinning through my busy brain, but none are formed for outward expression. oftentimes i find a song which resonates with me and is able to offer a clue into these thoughts... tonight, from coldplay.

one word: think. the world of a difference comes from engaging in this verb. i used to believe that over-thinking was a bad habit of mine. yet, as the years have progressed, i have gained more understanding, peace, and freedom from engaging in thought than i can articulate.

when we allow others to dictate what we believe, we lose our identities. the ability to decide what you believe is one of the most beautiful gifts we have... it surprises me over and over how many are willing to easily forfeit this gift. open up your eyes! just open up your eyes.

Lord, give me love over this.

1 comment:

Henry said...

this is me, hearing you.