In my own little world it hardly ever rains
I've never gone hungry and 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 the 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
In my own little world there's
Population two
Start breaking 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
11 comments:
At first glance my thought was that this is the look I see from my kids when they want soda (which they aren't aloud to have very often).
But after further inspection of the photo I noticed it evokes a sense of sadness. Like she wants more than just soda in her cup.
This is such a powerful image. WOW.
I had to look at this pic a long time. Past the cup and into her eyes, and then cock my head at the angle and then I saw it. Emotions evoked. Well done Teach!
Wow !!! Profound
Humbling.
You know what would be great? A book of your photos of children and your quirky and beautiful observations about them.
Thanks for this
wow powerful
Love the expression! Great shot!
Just when I was spending a weekend reflecting on how I don't do nearly enough.
touching & haunting. . . .
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