Without You, Lord,
I am a walking disaster.
Falling into temptation and sin,
so far from Her Master.
Without my eyes constantly upon You,
I shipwreck my life.
And fill it with strife.
Without You, Jesus,
I am a weak, hopeless sinner.
So frail and vulnerable
in this garment of flesh I wear.
Without You, I am a walking disaster.
Yet...
one who is loved and forgiven...
by her Saviour and Master.