A young man steps into the public square,
Filled with hate, betrayal and anger.
He takes his rifle, pulls the trigger and
With cold hearted precision,
Kills again, again, and again.
The last bullet, plunges fatally into his brain.
Just one Jesus between his end and mine.
A young woman shivers from a chilling cold,
That sears her to the very soul.
Her body contorts from addictive tremors
As she exchanges her baby’s food and toys,
For coins to buy just one more hit,
To escape her pains and abuse for a while.
Just one Jesus separates her life from mine.
He crawls out of his bed, in the dead of night,
And prowls the streets for an accomplice.
A young girl, seduced with a promise of reward
Draws him to her bosom, and leads him into the darkness.
When the passion subsides, emptiness engulfs,
Amplified by agonizing guilt and shame.
Just one Jesus makes my story different.
Just one Jesus, keeps me from murder;
Just one Jesus separates me from addiction;
Just one Jesus prevents my immorality.
Just one Jesus!
Don’t you want to know my Jesus?
He’ll give you peace beyond all understanding;
And change your life forever!