Where Would I Be?

Where Would I Be?

Where would I be if I weren’t in the truth?
Out on a ledge, or up on some roof,
Or under a bridge drinking one hundred proof,
And trying to find change in a telephone booth,
That’s where I’d be if I weren’t in the truth!


Where would I be without the faithful slave,
Either in prison, or dead in my grave,
Or astray on the road that Satan does pave,
Living in some old deep, dark, smelly cave,
That’s where I’d be without the faithful slave.

Where would I be without Jesus, the son?
Falling apart, and coming undone,
Telling myself that I’m just having fun,
Doing everything bad that is under the sun,
That’s where I’d be without Jesus, the son.

Where would I be without Jehovah God?
Pushing up daisy’s, beneath the sod,
With nobody caring when o’er me they trod,
With a tombstone that reads, “Here lies some clod”.
That’s where I’d be without Jehovah God!

Now some of this may seem a bit tongue in cheek,
A little bit droll, rhymes a bit weak,
The fact is I really would be up a creek,
Jehovah knows that my future was bleak,
If I don’t laugh I’ll cry when of these things I speak.