In the morning He wakes me.

In the morning He wakes me. He awakens my ear. He longs to sustain the weary, Thus, I rise Him to hear.

Yet ere I speak to the weary, The Lord must first be heard, He fills me anew so I’m able to, Sustain them with a word.

Open my ear this morning. I want to hear Your voice. From everything else I’m turning, You only are my choice.

Lord Jesus, I long to be filled! Spring up from within me! That others could know Your life-giving flow, And no more be thirsty.

Oh Lord, care for the weary, These sheep with no Shepherd. Dear Lord I pray You could use me, Make me a good steward.

Lord, here I am! Fill me freshly! I long for Your supply, If I’m filled today, You will have a way, These ones to satisfy.

This is the reason I’m living, To feed the weary ones. This is my true bliss. I would still do this, Until my Master comes.