I wake up with anchors tied to my limbs, a burden too big to toss
I open my eyes attempt to arise but fatigued my body's at a loss
The bitter cold runs through me, my blanket carreses my face
It whispers soft and sweetly, "Don't go, you'll be a disgrace"
I'm just near giving up, ready to call it quits
When I hear a louder whisper, "You can do better than this"
I feel a little stronger yet still it weighs me down
When he cuts the chains that bind me, His love and mercy surround
I feel a jolt of energy, His spirit speaks again
"You have somewhere to be, My work you must attend"
The bitter wind is back, but this time I feel no chill
For His arms are wrapped around me, pressing me forward still
I reach the door and pause, fear striking my core
He gives a gentle push, and suddenly I'm out of the door
What gets me up in the morning, is simple don't you see?
It's not myself or my own strength, but God's own purpose for me