Futile

How can I live without Jesus?
What can I learn with lies?
Can I believe the unbridled facts -
with wool pulled over my eyes?

Empty my ways without the truth,
as death draws me below sod.
Lonely the ways without my Lord -
and futile, days without God.

My life is nailed to the truth.
My cup overfills the brim.
Jesus, my firm and faithful rock,
My life is complete in Him.