Look at Earth from outer space Everyone must find a place Give me time and give me space Give me real, don't give me fake Jesus give me real Look at earth, take the wheel give me space from surreal Iran, Your reveal Give me strength, reserve control Give me heart and give me soul Give me time, give us a kiss And tell me your own politik Jesus give me self-control afflict my weary soul hear their cries, extol true freedom is their goal And open up your eyes Open up your eyes Open up your eyes Open up your eyes Jesus open my eyes America is the prize not oppression in disguise or every blessing our demise? Give me one 'cause one is best In confusion, confidence Give me peace of mind and trust But don't forget the rest of us Jesus give me one cause LOVE over humanity's flaws Balm which heals scars But don’t forget Hope in the stars Give me strength, reserve control Give me heart and give me soul Wounds that heal and cracks that fix Tell me your own politik Jesus stop the politiking help us listen, stop digging holes that keep us dripping blood instead of living. And open up your eyes Open up your eyes Open up your eyes Open up your eyes Just open up your eyes Jesus just open, open, open ears and eyes that are broken drive us toward Awoken blanket us in devotion And give me love over - false emotion Love over - explosion Love over this - repulsion And give me love over - slogan Love over - corrosion Love over this - American dystopian
Music & lyrics (in "italic"): Politik, by Chris Martin, Coldplay Poetry "between" lyrics: deborah t. hewitt Art: Title, "Content" - New street mural for O-Town Walls, Ontario, California, by artist JEKS ONE I photographed this mural during the end of the day with long shadows. I thought it was interesting that the title, "Content," is what many of us desire. Simple contentment. Blessed -- until we are suddenly challenged with a hard life event, or the hideous disease of social canceling versus open, kind discourse. Agree to disagree and move on. Respect our differences and be there for each other despite. Hence the heavy black shadow/line through the face of a content human being. Life is fragile. A ticking time bomb played out in politiking. Play the music loud. Scream if you want. I know I have.
For context: On September 11th, 2001, after the shocking terrorist attacks on American soil, where over 2,900 innocent people were murdered, Chris Martin (Coldplay) sat down, stunned, like the rest of the world, and wrote this song. It remains a wailing for today. For the Iranian people as I type. I hope he can see how he never needed to buy into politiking in recent years. This is for all human beings around the world who have no voice. No real freedom. For those who hide in underground churches learning about true freedom. Reading illegal Bibles, learning they are free in Christ, truly loved by Him and Him alone -- and willing to die, as He did -- for truth -- for the freedom of future generations. Psalm 18:32 (came up on my phone app as the verse of the day) - "It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way clear." Watch the people of Iran, armed in His strength. He has made their way clear. This is a bone chilling, historical cry for true freedom. Pray for them. Pray over the gift of earth. And live for heaven. deb ox
Eve Barlow you are a mighty warrior.
