Daily Bread Songtext
von Anna Golden

These memories don′t really serve me
I get lost trying to track down a feeling
Thought the silence meant they had stopped speaking
So I got tired of all the waiting
I recycled revelation
I'm sorry to say it
But I thought I′d be okay this way

But don't wanna burn with secondhand fire
Strike the match, ignite my bones
Yesterday's yes won′t get me where I need to go
Need a fresh wind sweeping through the temple
Need a fresh oil on my head
Can′t live off yesterday's manna
I need that daily bread


Can I really call them Ebenezers
Now I don′t call You when I need You
Good's remembering what You′ve done
If I can't trust what You can do next
Made and I′d a lot of good things
I call You Jireh but I trust me
Won't see the ram hiding in the thicket
If I'm not listening

Don′t wanna burn with secondhand fire
Strike the match, ignite my bones
Yesterday′s yes won't get me where I need to go
I need a fresh wind sweeping through the temple
Need a fresh oil on my head
Can′t live off yesterday's manna
I need that daily bread
I need it, that daily bread

Won′t copy and paste it, phone it and fake it
I need a fresh surrender
Thinking I've made it, calling it sacred
I need a fresh surrender
Copy and paste it, phone it and fake it
I need a fresh surrender
Thinking I′ve made it, calling it sacred
I need a fresh surrender


Don't wanna burn with secondhand fire
Strike the match, ignite my bones
Yesterday's yes won′t get me where I need to go
I need a fresh wind sweeping through the temple
Need a fresh oil on my head
Can′t live off yesterday's manna
I need that daily bread
Oh, I need it
I need that daily bread
I need that daily bread