Morning’s Voice

Oh, how I adore You.

I praise Your mighty name

The Fuel of the Fire, the Keeper of the Flame

I wake in the morning to the sound of Your voice

Preparing this day,

having made my first choice.

To serve You, Lord, with my heart and my soul

To bring You the worship, You created us for

This day, Father, doesn’t start without You

And the power of Your Spirit telling me what to do

I thank my Lord Jesus, as He draws at my heart

I come to Him freely and He sets me apart

Away from the things which cause me to stumble

I fall on my knees. I make myself humble

Jesus, I thank You, for You are my thoughts

A place to come home to because the world is not

This world is temporal, a station of learning

Your place is eternal, for this I am yearning

You, Father God, have blazed us a trail

You, Father God, how can we fail?

Touch this day, Jesus, with your loving hand

Divided I’m defeated, but You make me stand

I am not the person that I was yesterday

You’ve painted my heart in a brand new way

My God, You have entered and fanned the weak coals

With the grace of a Father, prepare my weak soul

Just this day, Father, with its evil thereof

Help me to defeat it with Your words of love

In my own heart there are many good things

And they give You the glory in the worship I sing

Another form of worship that gives You the praise

Is not to have worry for any other days

To take what You have given me with gratitude and thanks

And use it this day, for You bring it strength

Encourage the faithful, empower the weak

Glory is Your name, Your glory I seek

I pray the beauty of my life and may it glorify You, Lord

I kneel down before You, not knowing what is in store

I know only the Father, who created life in me

And I know of His Son, Jesus, who died to set me free

The Father who gave generously, You are still my first choice

I will rest in your whisper and hear Your morning voice.

Sharon Byrd Modified 5/19/06