I don't want your sorrows, your half-honest tears
Not even your promises for bright future years.
Who are you but human? - your comfort is grim;
There's none that can answer,
None besides Jesus, no one but Him.
To prayer I commit, to Him I'll comply;
But vain are these words which all friends supply.
If hopeless is all, then I ask of Him;
There's none that can answer,
None besides Jesus, no one but Him.
So boldly I'll march and come to the Throne
And there bring my burdens and make myself known
And plead there for mercy: without Him all’s dim...
There's none that can answer,
None besides Jesus, no one but Him.
J. P. Antonios