Adopted, precious daughter
but an orphan in my mind;
stowing up my manna thinking,
“He won’t provide, he lied.”
My fear breeds maggots
like the manna that I hoard
scrapings for tomorrow
turn to rotting, stinking mold
My heart a barren wilderness,
a mirage of abandonment, stomach empty;
but it’s raining down bread!
There’s manna provided in plenty
If I open my eyes and look
He knows exactly what I need,
He will always be here
wanting the very best for me.
To the brink of starvation,
in the strongest of my cravings,
I’ll trust his Daddy heart
and remember I need His saving.
It’s enough for today, this moment
Manna enough to get me through
My Daily Bread, fresh each morning
ever faithful, ever true
Orphan, open your heart!
The deed’s been signed and sealed.
He’s never letting go,
just let your soul be healed.
Inspired by a sermon by Pastor Tim Dunham on Exodus 16:1-16 and John 6:26-35 as well as the meditation in this video by Caroline Williams.