Judith Gayle - Give Me Jesus in the Morning Everyday Lyrics
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Jamaican Gospel - Give Me Jesus - Judith Gayle What you think about Jesus He's all right Ohh, What you think about Jesus He's all right He's all right, all right, all right Give Me Jesus in the morning
Give Me Jesus in the evening Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus He's my reason for living He's my source of survival Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus Now Give Me Jesus in the morning Give Me Jesus in the evening Every minute of the day
Give Me Jesus He's my reason for living He's my source of survival Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus When all my friends would say to me Looks like hope is lost I call the name of Jesus In whom my future lies When my soul is cast down And my way looks dark He softly comes in a whisper "Child your future is bright" He's my reason for living He's my source of survival Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus
Now Give Me Jesus in the morning Give Me Jesus in the evening Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus He's my reason for living He's my source of survival Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus
When all my friends would say to me Looks like hope is lost I call the name of Jesus In whom my future lies When my soul is cast down And my way looks dark He softly comes in a whisper "Child your future is bright" He's my reason for living He's my source of survival Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus
Give Me Jesus in the morning Give Me Jesus in the evening Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus He's my reason for living He's my source of survival Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus
When my friends are gone, You Give Me Jesus I got no food on my table, Give Me Jesus I got no shoes on my feet, You Give Me Jesus No roof over my head, You Give Me Jesus No clothes on my body, Give Me Jesus My parents are gone, Give Me Jesus Friends forsaken, Give Me Jesus I got no money in my pocket, Give Me Jesus!!, You Give Me Jesus World is living in fear, Give Me Jesus He's my reason for living He's my source of survival Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus
Now Give Me Jesus in the morning Give Me Jesus in the evening Every minute of the day Give Me Jesus He's my reason for living He's my source of survival Every minute of the day
Give Me Jesus
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Give Me Jesus
Meaning & Inspiration
I keep catching myself saying I need Jesus, but I usually mean I need Him to fix a schedule or smooth out a rough conversation. Then I hear this, and the desperation feels different. It’s not about convenience. It’s about survival. Calling Him the source of survival—that’s a gut check. It sounds less like a Sunday morning rhythm and more like the frantic, honest prayer of someone who has actually run out of options.
There’s that part where she lists everything gone—the clothes, the food, the roof, even the parents. It’s brutal. I find myself wincing at the list because I spend so much of my life trying to build a fortress where I don't have to rely on anything but my own resources. We build our safety nets out of bank accounts and good health, and then a song like this comes along and strips it all away, leaving nothing but the name. It reminds me of those moments in the psalms where everything is collapsing, and the only thing left to grip is a name. Not a theology. Not a promise of an easy fix. Just the name.
The bit about the friends saying hope is lost—that’s familiar. People can be so practical, so quick to calculate the odds and declare them bad. I have those friends, and honestly, I’m often that friend. We look at the dark way and conclude there isn’t a path through. But then the whisper comes. It’s not a loud, booming declaration that changes the physical reality of the roofless house or the empty pockets immediately. It’s just a whisper saying the future is bright. I wonder how often I miss that whisper because I’m too busy screaming at God to change the external circumstances right now.
It makes me realize my faith is often conditional on comfort. I want Jesus when the coffee is hot and the day is planned. This, though? This is asking for Jesus when the floor has fallen out. I’m not sure I actually want that level of dependency, even though I know it’s the only thing that’s ever been real. It’s terrifying to think about having nothing left but a whisper to hold onto in the dark.