She's Somebody's baby

I was listening to an album by Jon Foreman (the lead singer of Switchfoot) this afternoon, and this song came on. To be honest, it almost made me cry.... you'll see why


She yells, "if you were homeless Sure as hell you'd be drunk
Or high or trying to get there Or begging for junk
When people dont want you They just throw you money for beer.

"Her name was November She went by Autum or Fall
It was seven long years Since the Autum when all
Of her nightmares grew fingers And all of her dreams grew a tear

She's somebody's baby Somebody's baby girl
She's somebody's baby Somebody's baby girl
And she's somebody's baby still

She screams, "Well if you've never Gone at it alone, well then go ahead
You better throw the first stone You got one lonely stoner
Waiting to bring to her knees" She dreams about heaven
Remembering hell As a nightmare she visits And knows all too well
Every now and again When she's sober she brushes her teeth

She's somebody's baby

Today was her birthday, Strangely enough
When the cops found her body At the foot of the bluff
The annonymous caller this morning Tipped off the police
They got her I.D From her dental remains
The same fillings still intact The same nicotine stains
The birth and the death were both over, With no one to grieve.

She's somebody's baby

It saddens me that people in this world can be so alone. It makes my heart break that people can die, and no one will notice. They are so isolated from society that no one cares if they're gone. These people exist... and they're exactly that- people! People who have feelings, people who have experiences, people who long for more. They are like you and me. People who shouldn't be alone.

Some of these people are people I see everyday at the Life Centre. For some, we are the only social contact people have. Apart from visiting the life centre they are isolated. In the people at the life centre, they have found somebody who cares that they exist, and they are able to find out about the God who created them for a purpose. In the Life Centre they find a community... a community who will care if they disappear... They have such stories, and a lot of them extremely inspiring, but filled with hurt. They are mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.... they've loved and lost... they've hurt and cried.. they've felt joy and happiness....

It's only by the grace of God that i'm the person I am now. It very easily could have been me on the streets, and I pray that if I was, someone would care about me, even when all hope seems lost. God has spared me from that, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't care about others who haven't had the same opportunities as I have. It doesn't call for a sense of apathy.... It means that I must show them love when no one else cares....

It's not always easy... oh Gosh it's not always easy! some days I can only love through the love that God gives. I can't love in my own strength.. only in Gods strength. But in those times, when i don't really feel like caring, one thought runs through my mind

"it could have been me"..

For Him Alone

Ness