I. What is there to live for, When there seems to be no hope? What is there to live for, When I cannot even cope? Cope with unhappiness, Cope with death of someone close, Cope with many struggles, Cope with my reckless, proud boasts. What is there to live for, When I don’t feel impressed? What is there to live for, When I feel so depressed? There seems to be no cure, But perhaps that isn’t true, Perhaps there’s a person… Who can help and isn’t blue! This person I don’t know, Please do tell soon who He is! Who is He? Who is He? Is He this, is he that? What is there to live for, When the doors one by one close? What is there to live for, When I cannot stop my dose? My dose of much reading, My doses of bad habits, My dose of worldly things, Lists go on and on and on. What is there to live for, When important things go wrong? What is there to live for, When no cure comes along? I have made up my mind, There’s not any cure— For I know what I say And you need not allure!

II. But there is a good King, Who knocks every single day— To all—ready or not. Am I going to say “nay”? If I accept, I’ll say, My tiresome search is done: I have found the cure— For there's only, only one. I now have joy, peace, hope…! What more could I ask for? …And I’m full of the Spirit! I have just only named four! I have made a new Friend, Who’ll always live inside me, And never leave me ‘lone! All that He’s done, can’t you see? Can’t you see that He’s good? Can’t you see that He’s loving? Can’t you see that He’s wise? Can’t you see Him near—coming? He wants you to know Him! Ah, I see, but you do not. I pray that you’ll know soon. For He’s great, not a small dot. So am I willin' to say, “Yes, Lord, I give you my heart. And by your perfect Grace, I’ll try to never depart.” ?