Just give me Jesus,
He’s all I need.
He’s always there,
He won’t leave me.
Like all the imperfect people out there who have.
He won’t give up,
Or just move on.
He will be here encouraging me.
Helping me.
Carrying my burden.
Holding my heart as I give it as an offering in my child state.
He shows me the low way.
He guides my eyes to the hills,
He takes me to places where no one else will be.
He is my friend,
My Savior,
My King.

When I feel down,
Or I’ve been thrown to the dirt,
All battered and scared.
He will clean my wounds and give me peace.
He will show me the way to go.
For the dirt is where the flowers grow.