If it's hot then give God the glory. If it's not then blame me.
Story behind the song
I got this story emailed to me and I made it into a song
Lyrics
“When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in Nebraska, it was
believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this handwritten poem.”
(Pause for the beat)
Look me? Look me?
What do you see when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man stuck in a bed?
Waiting on others to be changed and feed?
That’s not me. That’s not me
I’m so more than you could ever believe
Don’t look past me, look at me
Open your eyes, …you’ll see
A small child of Ten with a proud father and mother,
who kiss him good night and tuck him deep under the covers
See a young boy of Sixteen whose got with wings on his feet.
Writing a note to a pretty girl he wants to meet
See a groom at Twenty whose heart skips a beat.
Trying to remembering, the vows the preacher asks him to repeat.
See a man of Twenty-Five, in the delivery room
holding his wife’s hand knowing their lives will change soon.
Look me? Look me?
What do you see when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man stuck in a bed?
Waiting on others to be changed and feed?
That’s not me. That’s not me
I’m so more than you could ever believe
Don’t look past me, look at me
Open your eyes, …you’ll see
A man of Thirty with kids in school growing so fast
hugs them hard each morning, because he wants this time it to last.
See a man at Forty, whose daughter’s in a white gowns
He cries in the alie as he slowly walks her down.
See a man at Fifty, once more with babies to cherish
Grandchildren to spoil and then send back to their parents.
See a man of Sixty, and who becomes an early retire
So that he can spend more time working on his real legacy
Look me? Look me?
What do you see when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man stuck in a bed?
Waiting on others to be changed and feed?
That’s not me. That’s not me
I’m so more than you could ever believe
Don’t look past me, look at me
Open your eyes, …you’ll see
Now I’m 90 and my wife is no longer with me
My health is failing and my future looks dreary.
But inside this old carcass a young guy still lives
And I thank God for the blessings of each day he gives
With every beat of my heart I remember the joys and the pain.
And in my mind I’m loving and living my life over again.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . open them and see.
Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . .. . see ME!!
Look me? Look me?
What do you see when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man stuck in a bed
Who has to wait on others to be changed and feed?
That’s not me. That’s not me
I’m so more than you could ever believe
Don’t look past me, look at me
Open your eyes….
(Child playing) “Look at me!” Look at me!”
Music by Platinum Sellers Beats
Words by Anomous
Aranged by Joseph Johnson
11-7-11