Is there anybody here
Who loves my Jesus?
is there anybody?
That hymn is supposed to be an anthem of priase,
a rousing call for believers to respond "Yes!"
He's my Jesus and I love Him too.
It doesn't seem that way as I slog through
this battlefield with books and blackboards,
I feel forskaen in this mournful place.
The Lord frgave me and gave me
a new life when I gave my heart to Him,
He opened my eyes, but all I see
are the ugly things hidden behind this
Temporal, empty things posing as plesures
So here I march towards the office,
on some trivial task that won't be remembered for long.
I look up ahead
and see a familiar face and smile.
There is somebody here that loves my Jesus.