Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own

Tough….you think you’ve got the stuff. You’re telling me and anyone that you’re hard enough. You don’t have to put up a fight. You don’t have to always be right. Let me take some of the punches for you tonight. Listen to me now, I need to let you know, that you don’t have go it alone. And its you when I look in the mirror. And its you when I don’t pick up the phone. Sometimes you can’t make it on your own. We fight all the time, you and I. Its alright, we’re the same soul. I don’t need….I don’t need to hear you say that if we weren’t so alike, you’d like me a whole lot more. Listen to me now. I need to let you know that you don’t have to go it alone. And its you when I look in the mirror. And its you when I don’t pick up the phone. Sometimes you can’t make it on your own. I know that we don’t talk. I’m sick of it all. Can you hear me when I sing? You’re the reason I sing. You’re the reason the opera is in me. Hey now….I still gotta let you know….a house doesn’t make a home.  Don’t leave me here alone. And its you when I look in the mirror. And its you that makes it hard to let go. Sometimes you can’t make it on your own. Sometimes you can’t make it, the best you can do is to fake it. Sometimes you can’t make it on your own.

Bono wrote this song about his father. I like to listen to this song on bad days. Today wasn’t a bad day, but I popped my U2 mix cd in, and I started to just listen to the words. Lately, I feel like I have fought with God a lot. Not like when Jacob wrestled the angel, but just in my time with him. There has been a lot of disagreement on my part. But in all that, he says, “Let me take some of the punches for you tonight.” Even when I am sick of it all, he was beaten for me. He took all that for me. He took on the weight, the sin of the world for me, whether I like it or not. I could curse his name, but that still doesn’t change the fact that he did all that for me. No matter what, his intention, his love,  was, and still is the same! Even when the best I can do is to fake it, I am the reason he sings. I am the reason that the opera is in him. He sings over me. Its him when I look in the mirror. I can’t change, or run from the absolute that I am a direct reflection of the Father. When I hate what I see, I can’t change that its the same beautiful God that created me in his image. When I feel, or even want to live life alone, and just get by on my own gifting or personality, or even just being stubborn, he’s saying that I don’t have to. 

Sometimes I Can’t Make It On My Own.