Give me Jesus

A couple of nights ago, as I slept I "heard" the beautiful Fernando Ortega song, "Give me Jesus." I woke up with a huge longing to hear again those words and luscious chords. The Moody Symphonic Band performed for us last evening after dinner. Right in the middle of a masterful classical piece, that same longing washed over me to hear "Give me Jesus." Later, I promised myself. Then a young man, member of the band, walked to the piano, played a few chords, and began to sing, "In the morning when I rise . . . Give me Jesus." A vocal solo in an instrumental concert! It was like God tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "I hear you. I love you. I'm here." (No, we didn't have printed programs; no way could I have known they were going to do that song.)

In the morning, when I rise
in the morning, when I rise
in the morning, when I rise
Give me Jesus.

And when I am alone . . .
Give me Jesus.

And when I come to die . . .
Give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus, give me Jesus,
You can have all the world, but give me Jesus.

We've gotten a fresh view of the great job Moody is doing to prepare women and men for Christian service and living. And our souls have been taught and restored. One more session this morning, and we'll be heading back home.

Blessings,
Carol