I am sitting in front of a window
Staring out at the view
The deep Rwandan sky
Shines a beautiful blue
I look at the fields below
And all the families that shine
I think of all that the world has
And all that is not mine
The world has beauty
It has Love and romance
It has riches and fashion
And everything at a glance
The world shouts of its things
And the fame from everywhere
The world has plans and prospects
It boasts and does not care.
I don’t have any of that
No, not one thing
The world has it all
And I am left with nothing.
I don’t have beauty
No looks to make me twirl
No hair, no makeup
The mirror shows no Covergirl
I don’t have romance
No boy to turn my way
No one gives me a 2nd glance
I signed a contract anyway
I don’t have any riches
I will come home flat broke
My bank account runs on empty
I can barely buy a coke
I don’t have fashion at all
I’ve worn the same shirt for 3 days
I do laundry in a bucket
And watch the color fade
I don’t have any things
I’ve gotten rid of my greed
Clothes, toothbrush, Bible
What more do I need?
I don’t have recognition
Or any sort of fame
The kids at the orphanage
Barely know my name
I don’t have any plans
Or prospects of any sort
I have no idea what I’m doing
After landing at the airport
You see I don’t have anything
Nothing to brag about
Absolutely nothing to give
An empty vessel no doubt
And that’s what most people see
That’s what the world would say
That I have nothing, I am nothing
Each and every day.
I am filthy, empty, and poor
A Tired, worn out nobody
But on my knees, hands open
I hear a whisper from Somebody
I don’t have beauty
but I am beautifully made
So wonderful in His eyes
Worth the price that He paid
I don’t have romance
But You woo me with every sunrise
Every day showering Your love
And shouting over the lies
I don’t have riches
But I have treasures in heaven
No money to spend here
But heavenly value times 7
I don’t have fashion
No glamor of any part
You say don’t worry about what to wear
You’d rather them see my heart
I don’t have things
No possessions to call my own
You say compassion is better to have
And the joy from deep in my bones
I don’t have recognition
But I live for an audience of One
Your word is what truly matters
And the name to know is Christ Your Son
I don’t have any plans
Nothing set out before me
But you know my future, so
In your presence is where I’d rather be
You see, I don’t have a lot
In fact I’m quite poor
But I will laugh and rejoice
For in fact, I have more.
I look out this window
In Rwanda and I sing
The world says I have none
But you say I have everything.
The world can scream all it wants
And tell me I have few
What do I have?
Well, God… I have You.
