Where I Am, Where Am I?
How it hurts when I fail,
feel like a ship on the ocean, no wind to sail.
'keep seeing myself driving the nails
into your innocent hands.
That's where I am.
'seems like it was just the other day,
that I did hear a young man pray.
Committing all he would do to you.
Trusting You to help him through.
Lord, where am I?
Where is the love,
where is the joy,
where is the peace,
without You?
Always fleeing from myself.
Or do I run from someone else?
How can I ever share myself,
without you?
Rivers of tears run from these eyes,
blinded by the pain. What a wretched man
I am. Surely, my life would not survive,
without you!
Without you, Jesus,
where is my life?
Where I am, Where am I,
without You?
Without your love.
Without your joy.
Without your peace.
Where is my strength?
Where I am, where am I,
Jesus without you?
Though I grieve with all my might.
Your forgiving hands catch me in flight,
as again I fall.
That you could love me at all!
Where, I AM, where am I?
Not at all,
Jesus, without You!
P. J. Campise
