In the morning I say play me Lord Jesus.  Make your song rise among the nations.  A song of compassion and hope and redemption and protection and justice and knowledge and rage against the users and abusers and liars and thieves and murderers.  You, O God, sees all and knows all and records all for a day of reckoning.   You who saves each tear in Your bottle and numbers each hair on our head and have created the worlds and everything in them for the joy and protection of Your people having pursued us in our wanderings and redeemed us from the curse are worthy of endless thanks and praise.  Yes, play me. Pull my strings.  Strum and pick and fill my heart and mind and eyes, hands and feet with Your praises and purpose.  May the lost see THE WAY.  May the thirsty drink the FOUNTAIN OF LIVING WATER.  …