“In my own little world, it hardly ever rains. I’ve never gone hungry. I’ve always felt safe. I’ve got some money in my pocket, shoes on my feet. In my own little world, population me.” The last verse says, “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. What if there’s a bigger picture? What if I’m missing out? What if there’s a greater purpose that I could be living right now, outside my own little world?”
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