Where else can I turn? You have the very words of life. Why am I consumed by so many other things? Why does my heart stray from the source of life? Why do I seek life out of things that are dead? How utterly depraved my flesh must be. Broken before you I come, Jesus. With not much to offer, I come. My heart is thirsty, I want to drink from your well and be filled. Where else can I turn? You have the words of life.