Daily Bread کے بول

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