What's Wrong With This World Lyrics
Words and music by Shaun Groves
Throw your stones at silver screens
Faces on magazines
Burn my rock n roll
Blame my schools, my ADD
My mom, my MTV
Curse my chromosomes
Chorus:
I'm what's wrong with
This world; I'm bent
Warped and wicked
I am weak
My heart's twisted
Torn and tempted
This world is not what's wrong with me
I'm what's wrong with this world
What's wrong with this world
Put my finger in the chest
Of those who should know best
But made the worst of things
Baby booms and presidents
Boy bands and communists
Everyone but me
I don't need your
Help to be this
Devilish and dark
I confessed I
Made this mess while
Using just my heart
Change my heart
My heart is
Repeat Chorus:
Change my heart God
Change my heart God
Change my heart yeah
Story Behind The Song:
MATTHEW 5:3 "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
Jesus addressed the massive gathering of spectators scattered on the hillside. "Blessed are the poor in spirit," he announced. How strange. How seeker insensitive of Him. This is His first opportunity after all to make a good impression on such an enormous crowd of potential converts, a multitude of spiritual seekers. This is their first, and for some their last, taste of what the Messiah is like and what it will mean to follow Him. Why start like this, with poverty? He might as well have said, "You're a loser. There's nothing good in you and you have nothing of value to offer me or anyone else. You're worthless inside."
And well, that's what He meant. The first step in being a disciple of Christ, the thing we must know first is not, "God loves you and has a plan for your life," as I was always taught. That's true, but apparently, according to Jesus, what God wants us to know first is that we are nothing without Him. There is nothing good in us, any of us.
"I watched Billy Graham on Larry King Live shortly after teen gunmen had slaughtered their classmates and injured many more. Larry was racked by the same question that kept so many millions up at night, "Why did this happen?" And as Reverend Graham paused to collect his answer, I raised my hand at home. I just knew it was Marilyn Manson, video game violence, MTV, absent fathers, etc. That was the list evangelical America had raised me to recite. The problem, it had been taught to me, was always out there in the world, in need of legislation or a good boycott. And Billy Graham, much wiser than I, looked Larry in the face and explained, "Thousands of years ago, a young couple in love lived in a garden called Eden , and God placed a tree in the Garden and told them not to eat from the tree...." As it turns out, the world is not what's wrong with me. I'm what's wrong with the world.
As Calvin wrote, "He only who is reduced to nothing in himself, and relies on the mercy of God, is poor in spirit." So I pray to God with him... "Nothing in my hand I bring/Simply to thy cross I cling/Naked, come to thee for dress/Helpless, look to thee for grace/Foul, I to the fountain fly/Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
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