Words and Music by Ken Silva

Let me tell you a story about my best friend Jack;
He died last year, and how I wish I had him back.
He was only twenty-five, he had his life ahead;
It happened so suddenly — and now he’s dead.

And I’m sorry Jesus, I never told him about You;
It wasn’t I was frightened — I just assumed he knew…
That’s why I never told him about You –
Jesus, I assumed he knew…

We used to talk in the night of the things in our heart;
I tried to speak of You — I didn’t know where to start.
He liked to talk about Heaven, it’s where he wanted to go;
He was too young to die — and how was I to know?

There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of him;
Sometimes I cry when I think of what could have been.
I should have told him You died on the cross for his sin —
So when he came to Your door, then You could’ve let him in.

And I’m sorry Jesus, I never told him about You;
It wasn’t I was frightened — I just assumed he knew…
That’s why I never told him about You —
Jesus, I assumed he knew…oh; I assumed he knew…