Daily Bread

VERSE 1
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