I have often asked the question,
Just one thing I want to know.
My heart has sought an answer,
Looking long and wide, been looking low.
Where would I be without my Savior?
Where would I be without my Lord?
Would I be living on the street, or sleeping in my car,
Or gone from this world and living no more?
The Lord took my sin when He went to the cross,
He called me to Him when my life was lost.
He gave me new hope, when took all my pain.
He gave me new life; I've been born again.
Some choose the path to wealth and riches,
Some search for silver, some for gold.
Tell me where is the gain at the end of your days,
If you own all this whole world, but lose your soul?
Where will you be without the Savior?
Where will you be without the Lord?
You might own all the world, you might have all the gold,
But when you're gone from this life, you'll have it no more.
Have you ever asked the question?
Don't you really want to know?
Your heart deserves an answer,
For the peace and comfort of your soul.
Where will you be without the Savior?
Where will you be without the Lord?
You may be living on the street, or sleeping in your car,
But when you're gone from this world, you're living no more.