I have a new favorite song in which the Lord has really changed my thinking, by Brandon Heath
Looked down from a broken sky
Traced out by the city lights
My world from a mile high
Best seat in the house tonight
Touched down on the cold black tile
Hold on for the sudden stop
Breath in the familiar shock
Of confusion and chaos
Are those people going somewhere?
Why have I never cared?
Chorus:
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 once forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see
In his song, Brandon challenges our daily perspectives of the world around us and makes a radical call requesting the very eyes of Abba. Christ, fully God and fully man, was the only human (I use the term loosely) to walk the earth that had the unique gift to be able to see right into the hearts and souls of Men. As I read the scriptures, I am humbled to think how Christ would speak to me if He could see directly into my heart... wait...He can, and does through the Holy Spirit.
I have really pondered about the verses of this song, wondering, would I really want to have what I am asking for as I sing it? Would my heart be strong enough to handle all the raw hurt, rage, pain, shame, unforgiveness, fear, regrets that I would see in the hearts of those around me?
What about those who were depressed, lonely, about ready to give up on life, would I be able to handle starting straight into the black hole eating away at their hearts?
Would I be able to speak and offer hope. This amazing gift of salvation and freedom, could I express it?
Lord, I want your eyes, but then again, I don't! Lord thank you for the Holy Spirit. He is our eyes. He will speak the words through us. He will lead. He will comfort. He will encourage.
Lord help me to listen to the hurting world around me, give me your ears, give me your heart to feel your Spirit tug, then give me your eyes.
