Looked down from a broken sky Give me your eyes for just one second Step out on a busy street Give me your eyes for just one second Ive Been there a million times Give me your eyes for just one second
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?
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
Wasnt it far beyond my reach?
Give me your heart for the once forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see
again
again
yeah
yeah
See a girl and our eyes meet
Does her best to smile at me
To hide whats underneath
Theres a man just to her right
Black suit and a bright red tie
To ashamed to tell his wife
Hes out of work
Hes buying time
Are those people going somewhere?
Why have I never cared?
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
Wasnt it far beyond my reach?
Give me your heart for the once forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see
again
again
yeah
yeah
A couple of million eyes
Just moving past me by
I swear I never thought that I was wrong
Well I want a second glance
So give me a second chance
To see the way you see the people all along
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
Wasnt it far beyond my reach?
Give me your heart for the once forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see
again
again
yeah
yeah
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Last week I had the opportunity to serve the people in the dump again. Steve's group was in and wanted to take pizza and water to feed the people in the dump, so we loaded up the vehicles and met up with the AIM interns who go every wednesday and headed for the dump. Once we started up the dirt road that leads to the dump, it started to pour the rain. And it wasn't just any old rain, it was one of the hardest rains I have ever witnessed, and not to mention that the rain was ice cold, and the wind was howling. As we were driving up I began to wonder if/how this weather would change life in the dump. Once we arrived at the top of the mountain, I wasn't surprised to find that NOTHING at all about life in the dump had changed. The people were still digging through the trash in search of food. The vultures, cow, dogs, rats, and horses still fought the people for the food. Dump trucks still dumped the trash, and the people still jumped in the mounds of trash before all of it had been dumped. As we drove through the muddy piles of trash I realized for the first time, that this IS life for them, rain or shine. I think it finally set in that this is real for them, they really have no other place to run to, no place to go when it rains so they continue 'working'. As soon as we began driving back down the mountain the rain subsided. It really made me think that God just wanted to show us all something that day, that they live this way day in and day out, they don't have the luxury of shelter from the rain, or a blanket to warm them up after they get wet. The don't have the luxury of sleeping in a dry, clean bed, or eating a hot meal when it's cool outside.
As we were getting ready to leave, a lady came over and told us that an elderly man, Systo, was very ill, and wondered if we could help. So of course we took the time to at least see what was wrong, and he had a spot below his ankle that looked like a puncture wound. The surrounding tissue was rotting, and the area was infected. He was in terrible pain. His whole body shook, and his breathing was heavy. So we put him in our car and took him to a clinic down the road. They cleaned the wound and prescribed some antibiotics to get rid of the infection. And gave him a shot for the pain he was in. Systo is 65 years old. He told Jen that he really, really didn't want to live this way. {living in the dump} When he was younger he worked really hard to support himself, but now he has paralysis in his left arm, so he is no longer able to work, and just simply has no where else to go.
Again, I beg for your prayers over the people living in this mess. Pray for their safety and health. Pray that we do everything we can to help them. And that we do our best to show them Christ's love in everything we do.
Wounded and forsaken
I was shattered by the fall
Broken and forgotten
Feeling lost and all alone
Summoned by the King
Into the Master’s courts
Lifted by the Savior
And cradled in His arms
I was carried to the table
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord
Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed
You carried me, my God
You carried me
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