In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
Give me Jesus.
Give me Jesus,
Give me Jesus.
You can have all this world,
Just give me Jesus.
I ran out the door this morning to catch my 8:30 class. I threw on the most comfortable clothes I could find, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and was out the door. An hour and a half later, class is almost over but I feel like I’m ready to fall over because I didn’t eat anything.
I used to never eat breakfast when I was younger, but I suppose as I’ve gotten older I’ve become accustomed to starting my day with it. I suppose this is one of the few days where I’ve foregone it, and now I’m paying for it.
Sitting here, I can’t help but think of all the things I’m going to cook up when I get back. Definitely eggs. Maybe bacon. Coffee. Good ‘ole American breakfast. But then it dawned on me, as habitual it is for me to have breakfast first thing in the morning, as instinctual it is for me to feed my stomach, I do not have such a habitual, instinctual reflex to feed my soul with God’s Word.
I suppose this is why Christ encourages fasting. You get the bigger picture. You refocus on what is of the utmost importance. What stands before the presence of God?
In the morning, when I rise, give me Jesus.
