When I rise in the morning,
Pray tell me what the day might bring?
Will it be frosty with white like a winter's day;
Or will it be clear and bright with the fresh air of spring; I pray?
I know not what my fate may be,
But as sure as the sun will rise,
Dear Lord, my fate leith with thee!
Hear me Oh Lord, as humbly I solemnly plead,
Chart the course today that I must trod,
As I press onward for thee,
My life is but a specter on the horizon of time,
My home is never a stable,
But wandering meanderings of passages I might find.
Strengthen within me Thy Spirit so Divine,
Bind up my wounds and cleanse me with thy wine,
I am lonely yet not alone,
For Your Presence sojourns with me continuously as I go,
Please Help, my unbelief purge from within me,
My doubts and my carnal reprieves,
For though, my spirit says 'yes' to thee,
Nay; rants my flesh endlessly.
Forgive my iniquities,
As I in submission bow Lord on my knees,
For the light that I seek must shine today,
Leading my destiny into tomorrow as I pray,
Spare me a thought Oh Mighty One,
Listen to my supplication as I seek to be called Your Son.
Labor, I must for now,
And gently endure as the sweat pipes from my brow,
Send me thy mammoth fortitude;
Thy behemoth sustenance, thy awesome beatitude,
For my soul weighs sore with lead,
And my eyes grow dim,
As my vision is marred by the crosses ahead.
I will rest for the day has come to an end,
I will seek refuge and shelter,
For tonight I must need be fed,
My Sleep is both bitter and yet sweet,
For though I may dream a fountain with roses array,
My bed may be a meadow if I can't find a place to stay,
Alas, the birds no longer screech,
As the shadows linger, they beat a hasty retreat,
Let me in as what I seek is meager and temporary,
Never to be compared with where I will spend my eternity.
For though my apparel is tattered and worn,
And my body bares the scars of a lifetime sorrow;
I look so forlorn!
Nay, while on the outer there is nothing to desire,
From within my heart yearns for a place that is higher;
Higher than this world's richest gain,
A mansion Thou hast prepared for me,
As I recall in this land I am just a stranger,
Passing through whilst waiting on a call from Thee.
So buckle up my bended knees,
And rise in posture as I look to the Heavens for his shout;
His shout I decree,
My reward is not laid in the hands of mortals,
My Rock and My Refuge, He bestows my portion,
So scorn me and scuff as I pass,
Mock me with words that lay me down like the grass,
I will not retreat; nay I cannot surrender,
For heaven's gate is where my journey ends,
And when the morrow dawns,
My saga will continue forever until then.