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

gleaming facade.

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.