All That Matters Is Jesus
I’ve been spoiled with the many things I’ve had.
I thought they’d make me happy, but I am sad.
I went to church and sat in a pew.
But Jesus... I never really knew.
Everything I had, is all gone.
Where Lord, in all of this, did I go wrong?
On the outside, people thought things were going well.
But I was empty inside... Couldn’t others tell?
Jesus—you’re the only one I have left to turn.
I don’t want to die in my sin and forever burn.
Thank you Jesus, for now I certainly know,
All that matters is Jesus... All of my sins must GO!
By Jim Pemberton
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