I Must Tell Jesus

Elisha A. Hoffman (1839-1929)

I must tell Jesus all of my trials;
I cannot bear these burdens alone,
Ind my distress He kindly will help me,
He ever loves and cares for His own.

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
I cannot bear my burdens alone;
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.

I must tell Jesus all of my troubles,
He is a kind, compassionate Friend;
If I but ask Him, He will deliver,
Makes of my troubles quickly an end.

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
I cannot bear my burdens alone;
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.

O how the world to evil allures me!
O how my heart is tempted to sin!
I must tell Jesus, and He will help me
Over the world the vict'ry to win.

I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
I cannot bear my burdens alone;
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.

I was born in a Christian family. We worship in the morning and in the evening and prayers and praises have been the base of our life. Yet, I was not perfect. When I mean perfect, I mean in Jesus' standard. I was seen "holy" in church, yet, out of church, school, work and at home, I was a different person. I had fights with my parents, siblings, I've had un-Godly relationships, I had court dates from time to time, crashes here and there, and there was a point in my life where I've taken a knife, kneeling by the bed crying to God for my unforgivable sins while pointing it straight to my heart. Don't get me wrong, If you had seen me in person, you totally don't want to mess with me. I was a tough guy. Muscular, lean, and quite strong as I have thought of myself at the time, but in reality, I was weaker than the weakest being of this world. I didn't know how to do the right thing. I felt as if the pleasure that I've done is the normal things to do. As I knelt by that bed, I thought that I should have at least pray to God before killing myself. Maybe, like the thief on the cross, I would be safe some how. So as I was kneeling by the bed with the knife pointing at my chest, I noticed my Bible sitting close to me. So I grabbed it from under the bed (my Bible is a Study Bible that has SDA hymnal attached to the back part of it) and at that point, I didn't want to read anything from the Bible, but I opened it anyway. When I opened the Bible/Hymnal, the page that I opened to happened to be Hymn #485. "I Must Tell Jesus." How awesome was God. I couldn't believe it. In that dark lonely room, I barely can see the words to the song, I sung that song. After singing the song, I dropped the knife, and with tears, I started praying to God. I just could not bear my burdens alone. I told Jesus everything that I have done as if I was talking to a friend. I pictured Jesus kneeling in front of me and listening to my every word. With tears dripping down, I told God all the sins that I've committed and I told Him that He can just take it out of my heart and do whatever He wishes to it. So I asked God for forgiveness at that moment. And from that moment on, God have been nurturing me into a better person one day at a time.

Friends, if you have done so many sins that you think it's so intense that you are unable to be forgiven, tell it to Jesus. When all your friends have left you, or when you felt that your family don't understand you, tell it to Jesus. When you talk to Him, talk to Him as He is your friend because He is your friend. Just pour out all your selfish desires and ask Jesus to renew your heart.

My hope is for anyone that read this to bring his or her life to God. Jesus listens. I often think, "why should I pray to God when He is a God that knows everything?" Yes, He knows your heart, but He is waiting for you to surrender your heart to Him.

Anyway, I just wanted to share my testimony and how God have used this song to changed my heart. It's your time to tell Jesus of all of your trials.