Words of music by Mark S Mathes
Chris White music/BMI
VS1
Onto the promised land
From Egypt’s forceful hand
Gods’ children wandered
In the burning desert sand
He heard their grumb’ling sound
So He sent mana down
They found it every morning
Laying on the ground
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Oh, God our Great Provider
So greatly to be praised
For 40 years the manna fell
At the breaking of the day
The goodness of the Father
Every need He will supply
So He sent His Son
He’s the only one
Who could be the Bread of Life
VS2
This world will leave you dead
Come taste the living Bread
Sit at the table
Where the hungry are fed
Oh, children taste and see
With all your heart believe
His words are everlasting
And like honey is sweet