My Own Little World

You all are probably getting tired of me posting songs on here, but God uses music to speak to me a lot. In fact, I was going to become a music teacher before this whole become-a-missionary-to-the-children-of-Haiti-before-I-graduate-high-school-plan. I still love music and God may still weave teaching it into my future.

 

Have you ever listened to a song dozens of times, and then something changes and when you hear the song again, it takes on a whole new meaning for you? That has happened to me with several songs since I returned from Haiti.

 

I was skimming through music on my MP3 player the other night, and came across “My Own Little World” by Matthew West. I’ve listened to that song so many times I could sing it in my sleep. But when I listened to it again, I froze. The lyrics of the song were talking about me this time. It took going to Haiti to make me realize that. The song describes me to a T. I was living in my own little world for far too long. I am so thankful that God threw open the gates to my little world, through little Valencia. My life will never be the same.

 

In my own little world it hardly ever rains

I've never gone hungry, always felt safe

I’ve got some money in my pocket shoes on my feet

In my own little world

Population me

 

I try to stay awake through Sunday morning church

I throw a twenty in the plate but I never give 'til it hurts

And I turn off the news when I don't like what I see

Yeah, it's easy to do when it's

Population me

 

What if there's a bigger picture?

What if I'm missing out?

What if there's a greater purpose

I could be living right now?

Outside my own little world

 

Father, break my heart for what breaks Yours

Give me open hands and open doors

Put Your light in my eyes and let me see

That my own little world is not about me

 

--Go here to read the full lyrics to “My Own Little World” by Matthew West