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In the Morning When I Rise...


Psalm 55:16-17King James Version (KJV)

16 As for me, I will call upon God; and the Lord shall save me.
17 Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.
Dear Friends,
Father God,
Before the break of day I need the presence of the Holy Spirit for I realize that no alarm clock can wake me but only a touch from the Lord.  I need the power of God to move for it is in Him I have life.  Lord God before day breaks, give me Jesus.
At the start of the day, give me Jesus. I need the Lord to lead and guide me throughout the day. I need him to guide my thoughts and actions and govern my tongue. In the morning when I rise, give me Jesus. 
When it gets rough and I cannot see my way Father God send Your Holy Spirit.
I know that all power rests in the hands of Your Precious Son. He has promised never to forsake me. Through the meditation on Your Word renew my strength. Give me Jesus.
Thank you Lord. In Jesus Name. Amen.
in Christ,
Sis. Stephanie

Give Me Jesus - Negro Spiritual

1 In the morning when I rise,
in the morning when I rise,
in the morning when I rise,
give me Jesus.
Refrain:
Give me Jesus,
give me Jesus,
you may have all this world;
give me Jesus.
2 Dark midnight was my cry,
dark midnight way my cry,
dark midnight was my cry,
give me Jesus. [Refrain]
3 Just about the break of day,
just about the break of day,
just about the break of day,
give me Jesus. [Refrain]

4 Oh, when I come to die,
oh, when I come to die,
oh, when I come to die,
give me Jesus. [Refrain]

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