If there could be a song that perfectly describes the way I feel after coming back to America after three weeks in South East Asia? This would be it.
Love Through Me
by Jenny & Tyler, This Isn’t a Dream
There is plenty on this earth to suit our needs
But there will never ever be enough to satisfy our greed
Weigh this heavy on me now til’ I can hardly breathe
Love through me, love through me
I’ve never gone a day without a meal because I couldn’t afford it
Stood on a corner and begged for pennies, holding out a sign
Call me blessed, but it sure does feel pathetic,
Children round’ the world are hungry now.
So would I give up pillows and cable, clothing and candy,
If a boy could rest his tired bones?
Would I lay down making all this money, just to have my milk and honey,
If my fellow man could get the chance to watch his children grow?
I feel in the right, self-justified, giving coins away
But what about the time I consider mine not tomorrow but right now today?
Clothe the naked; feed the hungry; welcome strangers
Come on, get up, and open your eyes.
So would I give up pillows and cable, clothing and candy
If a girl could have some more to eat?
Would I lay down making all this money, just to have my milk and honey.
If my fellow man could get the chance to hear about the King?
Help us see
Our eyes are weak.
Love through me,
Love through me,
Love through me,
Love through me.
