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Lost in a wilderness without direction?
Where would I be without Jesus?
Thirsting and thirsting with nothing to quench?
What would I be without Jesus?
Storing up treasures that rust and decay?
Who would I be without Jesus?
Hearing no knock as there’s nobody there?
Where would I be without Jesus?
A tree without fruit that will wither and die?
What would I be without Jesus?
A house upon sand washed away by the rain?
Who would I be without Jesus?
Tossing and turning in waves on the sea?
Where would I be without Jesus?
Drooling in anguish and demon possessed?
What would I be without Jesus?
Crippled in body with paralyzed thought?
Who would I be without Jesus?
Drawing a net that is empty of fish?
Where would I be without Jesus?
Without understanding and totally blind?
What would I be without Jesus?
Futilely living on greed, lust and hate?
Who would I be without Jesus?
Weary, heavy-laden with no place to rest?
Where would I be without Jesus?
Among rocks and thorns left to wither away?
What would I be without Jesus?
Without loaves and fishes and nothing to eat?
Who would I be without Jesus?
Tripping and stumbling on life’s rugged trail?
Where would I be without Jesus?
A hopeless lost sheep that is locked up in chains?
What would I be without Jesus?
Hung on a cross and to pay for my sins?
Who would I be without Jesus?
And sentenced to Hades without parole?
Where would I be without Jesus?
What would I be without Jesus?
Who would I be without Jesus?
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