More Significant Today...

Was listening to music today when this song came on. It's sung by Carrie Underwood in this video, but was originally penned by George Michael in the 90's. Listening to the lyrics sort of saddened me. They ring so true in this world that we live in with the rich only wanting to get richer and the poor trying to figure out how to make it. This truly is not the Christian view of how the world should be. The Christian view is to help everyone. If that is the case, why do the Christians feel that McCain is the person for them? This is a man that cheated on his first wife while she was ill, takes from the lowlife lobbyist to finance his campaign, and pick a person who standing in her own affairs is questionable.

How can these so-called Christians rationalize all the wrong that is out there and the wrong that is still being created and will continue to destroy the U.S. if they choose McCain. How can these people look at Palin and think "this is the person for me. The person that can make the important decisions when needed" - even though she has no clue what the VP does, cannot tell you what the Bush Doctrine is, is being investigated in her home state, and loves killing animals that have no way to escape. Are You Kidding Me? Are we that stupid in America that everything has become a popularity contest (or in Palin's case a beauty contest)? I hope not!

Like the song says -
And its hard to love,
There's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of



Praying For Time Lyrics:

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars
And the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But well take our chances
Because God stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all gods children
Crept out the back door

Chorus
And its hard to love,
Theres so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much too late
Well maybe we should all be
Praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear
Twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there
Is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say whats mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much
But Ill take my chances
Because God stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things
They sold you
Did you cover your eyes when
They told you
That he cant come back
Because he has no children
To come back for