I grabbed my son’s mp3 player again as we traveled down the road this past weekend and stopped scrolling when I came to this song by Brandon Heath. While it was familiar in melody and rhythm, I had never taken time to actually listen to the words. (Yeah, I know, where have I been!)
This time I listened intently though and while I’m certain the spirit behind the song is good and right, what this song is asking for, I’m not sure I could stand it. Correction. I am certain I would die, right there on the spot, instantly.
I do get it.
“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.”
It’s a beautifully crafted piece, one that pleads for everything that God has that I would do well to have also.
Except for the fact that in the capacity God has to see and hear and feel and touch all of those things…and His heart, oh, His heart, I want no part of that.
I do want to help. I want to love. I want to be aware of the needs of God’s children that He has given me the ability to meet, and some too that He has laid out for me to strive to meet, even those I may never fully attain. But I think if I really knew what went on with those missing girls, or the children in that Haitian hospital, or in Cite Soleil, or in every other dark corner of our world, I might crawl into a ball and never be seen from again. I’m pretty sure it would incapacitate me fully, forever.
Even just one second’s worth.