Is There Someone Out There?
Now, let me start right off with this explanation…when I talk about someone out there, I’m not talking about outer space. That’s nonsense, and I won’t dignify those hokey theories with any part of this story.
I’m sure you’ve felt this way, no matter who you are or what walk of life you’re from. You just know there’s someone “out there” who surely thinks like you, feels the way you feel, and looks at life like you do. Am I right? Well, with 7 billion people on the planet, it’s a pretty good bet you’re right. There’s bound to be at least one other person who’s as wacky, silly, or off-center as you. Or serious, contemplative, and reserved. Or blind and longs to see.
But tell me this. Even if they’re out there, is that how you justify or signify your own thoughts and existence? Does having compadres make you right? Or important? Or cool?
My answer is a resounding “no!”
Even if there are thousands of other people like you, there’s not one EXACTLY like you. Not one. It’s an incredible feat of human design that you’re so individual. You have your own fingerprints, your own unique eyes, and your own DNA. While everyone else on the planet is similar…they’re not the same. And you can jump for joy at this news because it means you’re important, significant, valid.
As I started out saying…there are no aliens “out there” ready to lend an answer or scoop you up for a probe. But there is someone out there. That someone is your Creator. And He IS ready to scoop you up in His loving hands and give you eternal life. All you gotta do is ask. Admit you’re blind and ask to see. He’ll make sure you do.
And guess what? I’m someone like you…and I already asked. Read the lyrics below and see if they sound like you. If so, wouldn’t you like to know things can get eternally better?
Someone Out There
I never knew, and they thought that I withdrew,
But no one could say for sure if I was gone.
The crowds would multiply, and I’d always wonder why,
But I knew that they would fade in light of dawn.
Still I think that someone out there knows.
I think there’s someone out there just like me…
Someone who is crazy with a notion to be sane…
Someone who is blind and longs to see.
I never really cared, and they figured that I dared
To be where other people dared not go.
They just misunderstood, but even if they really could,
They’d never try to help me out with what they know.
Still I think that someone out there knows.
I know that someone knows.
I cannot be alone, though my troubles are my own.
Someone out there knows.
I know that someone knows.
I know they know.
© 1978 Tony Funderburk
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