“Listen, everybody wants change
Don't nobody wanna change though Don't nobody wanna pray Till they got something to pray for Now everybody's gonna die But don't everybody live though? Sometimes I look up to the sky And wonder do you see us down here? Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Oh Lord, oh Lord It's easy to blame God but harder to fix things We look in the sky like, "Why aren’t You listening?" Watching the news in our living rooms on the big screens And talking about "If God's really real, then where is He?" You see the same God that you’re saying might not even exist Becomes real to us, but only when we’re dying in bed When you’re healthy it's like, we don't really care for Him then Leave me alone God, I'll call you when I need you again Which is funny, everyone will sleep in the pews Then blame God for our problems like He sleeping on you We turn our backs on Him, what do you expect Him to do? It's hard to answer prayers when nobody's praying to you I look around at this world we walk on It's a smack in the face, don't ever tell me there's no God And if there isn't then what are we here for? And what are y'all doing down there? I don't know Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Oh Lord, oh Lord.” ~ Oh Lord, NF I found this song on Saturday and the lyrics hit me hard...really hard. It’s easy for me to brush things like this off...to convince myself that the song isn’t talking about me, and to remain blind to my condition. But the truth is, when life seems to be going my way I end up leaving God on the back-burner until all of a sudden I’m struggling again, and I wonder why. “Why am I struggling with this again God? I thought I asked for your help with this!” Or “Why is this world so messed up?” “Why are there so many poor people? So many murderers? So many broken families? Do you see us down here?” But should I even want Him to look down here? The scene has gotten so ugly and when I stop blaming everyone around me I realize I am just as worthy of all that blame and more. He put me here to be the salt that preserves this rotting nation, yet instead I sit inside and complain about the conditions, while my salt slowly loses its savor. How dare I complain about something I’m unwilling to even try to fix? How dare I complain about the darkness when I don’t even shine my light? Instead of asking God if He sees us I should be asking myself if I see things down here. Do I acknowledge the brokenness of society and see it for what it is? Or do I keep myself inside my sanitary box and close the door to the beggars on my front lawn? God placed me on this earth to be His hands and feet. I’m the one responsible to feed the poor. I’m the one responsible to adopt the orphans. I’m the one responsible to be the voice for those who can’t speak. I’m the one responsible to spread the good news. I’m the one. So before I’m quick to ask God where He is, I should ask myself where I am and what I’m doing. There’s no shortage of work to be done..am I doing it? “Sometimes I would like to ask God why he allows poverty, famine and injustice in the world, when He could do something about it…but I’m afraid He may ask me the same question.” Anonymous.
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