Daily Bread

Anna Golden

Daily Bread Anna Golden

These memories don't really serve me  
I get lost trying to track down a feeling  
Thought the silence meant that you stopped speaking  

So I got tired of all the waiting  
And I recycled revelation  
And I'm sorry to say it but I thought I'd be ok this way  

Don't wanna burn with second hand fire  
Strike the match ignite my bones  
yesterdays yes won't get me where I need to go (where I need to go)  

I need a fresh wind sweeping through the temple  
I need fresh oil on my head  
I can't live off yesterday's manna 
I need that daily bread  

Can I really call them ebenezers  
When I don't call you when I need ya  
What good's remembering what you've done if 
I don't trust what you can do next   

I've made an idol out of good things  
I call you Jireh but I trust me  
I won't see the ram just hiding in the thicket if I'm not not listening   

Can't copy and paste this  
Phone it in fake it  
I need a fresh surrender 
Thinking I made it  
Calling it sacred  
I need a fresh surrender