If I donít have Jesus as my friend, I donít have nobody
If I donít have Jesus as my friend, I donít have nobody.
I guess I felt alone ever as a kid when I should have felt overcrowded with every body in my world pushing and shoving.
But you can feel alone even in a crowd.
I didnít know Jesus then.
Only as a name.
Preachers told me I ought to find him when I could hardly find myself.
I got beat up a lot at school.
Girls rejected me.
I didnít take to drugs like some I knew did.
But I liked booze when I could get it.
A bottle on a weekend warmed me when I couldnít find a girl.
So it got to be natural for me to stop for drinks after work when I left school
I became a regular at my tavern.
I never caused any trouble, even when trouble makers egged me on.
I was the quiet guy in the corner ducking the bottles when all hell broke loose.
Then, one day, I just flipped, making up in one night for all the trouble I never caused over the years.
The lawyers in court called it a nervous breakdown.
I donít know what to call it.
I just try to forget.
I hated the drugs the doctors gave me so I gave them up, and started to drink again, only heavier than before, so heavy I had a hard time keeping a job.
I didnít wind up on the street, but I lived in places I didnít like and I smelled bad most of the time.
Then, one cold night, drunk as usual, I stumbled into one of those missions.
I think now Jesus guided my steps to it, though then I thought I was just looking to get warm.
People fed me and prayed at me, and told me I needed Jesus in my life.
Of course, I didnít believe them. Not at first.
But I thought about them later when I got onto another drunk.
A truck hit me when I stumbled into the street.
And I didnít die.
Not a bone broken either.
And thatís when I realized I had been saved.
Even then I didnít quite believe it, at least not all at once.
Something just started to burn in me that the booze wouldnít put out.
I decided to give up drink and turn my life around.
Since then, Jesus has been my best friend.
I talk to Him a lot.
No, life isnít perfect.
But Iím a lot less lonely than I was.
Okay, so maybe you think Iím crazy.
Thatís all right, too.
Some day Jesus will come talk to you
Thatís why Iím preaching at you.
I just donít want you to have to get hit by a truck to find Him, too.