Anger, compassion, frustration; they were plenty
Not necessarily new, yeah we’ve seen it all before
So many walk by and just choose to ignore
Heartbroken for the girls living life like this
Compassion for the men living in false bliss
Anger towards the mastermind behind everything
Frustration towards believers not doing anything
Step back, deep breath, there’s a shift in my mind
As my eyes scan the square I see we’re all the same kind
All people with an emptiness that needs to be filled in
Alcohol, money, sex we know the trend
And on the surface this square seems to meet all those needs
Casinos for money, the fresh aroma of weed
Men soliciting for sex, alcohol everywhere
All the designer clothes if your identity’s in what you wear
So many deceived, thinking this square presents the answers
When really these things operate more like cancers
You use them to fill the emptiness, but they eat more away
And you wake up filling more and more empty everyday
So you try harder and fill it with even more
Until eventually the emptiness cuts all the way to the core
This pattern’s not new, we’ve all been in the same place
There’s NO reason to feel any shame or disgrace
But there is a little secret I desire to share
Because you’re going to stay empty until you become aware
Aware of the fact that the emptiness if real
Aware also that there is only one who can heal
As I prayed and walked the square, the judgments left my mind
As the Lord gently played my life in slow rewind
Reminding me of the time I, too, was seeking
Unaware of all the havoc to my life I was wreaking
I filled the empty hole with sports and school
I filled it with many ways trying to stay cool
I filled it with staying busy, never a moment’s rest
I filled it with excellence, always doing my best
I was pretty good at filling it, yet never felt full
Til finally Jesus on my heart strings started to pull
I started to believe the truths I’d learned all along
Realizing in Christ alone I truly did belong
I scanned the square again and saw myself everywhere
Thousands of me’s needing tender, love, and care
So I prayed for the dealers and the tourists all the same
For the prostitutes and the guys spitting game
I prayed for FREEDOM and LIFE to the full
I prayed that Christ would take over and this square he would rule
I prayed not because I’m better but because I’d been there before
And a sense of compassion had overwhelmed me all the way to the core
This square in Prague is written on my heart
Ten days from the finish, still learning as much as from the start
Excited to com home, aware that this is not the ending
Accepting of the fact that my life is really just beginning
So whether Thailand, U.S.A., or in Prague’s square
The message is the same and it’s my job to share
I’ll no longer keep silent, I’ll never be “finished”
