I savor each and every morsel
And, in my heart, I ponder, there,
His word to open ~ so I can feed
And understand, through prayer.

He has planned for me a feast,
Held within this book;
To study, to read, and be led by ~
Not just for me to look.

There, within the pages,
How He provides for His very own;
Enough sweet manna, for my journey,
To get me safely home.

Feasting on sweet manna
(Thus, being fed each day),
Open through the scripture.
Hear what they had to say.

Hear how the Hebrew children
Picked manna from the morning dew.
God provided just enough,
Their day to see them through.

I come, seeking Holy manna,
In early hours, to be fed;
Sufficient unto my day,
Strength for what may lay ahead.

I need never go hungry.
There's manna for my need.
Here, in the morning hours,
On the precious word I feed.

Manna straight from heaven,
As at the Lord's table I do eat
With His word in my hands.
In sweet communion, thus, we meet.

Bless this holy manna, Lord,
To my life for strength, by measure,
As I feed on this sweet manna;
Into my heart, a glorious treasure.

As I would ask God to bless
My earthly food, each day,
Over this provided manna, also,
I bow my head to pray.

I'm feasting at His table, as the wine
Of knowledge He begins to pour.
Filling, oh, so filling;
This and so much more.

My day is never quite complete
Until I have my daily fill,
Savoring my sweet manna
As I seek my Master's will.

Sweet manna, heaven's answer
Written in His word,
Rains down from heaven's table;
The sweetest thing I've heard.

Are you feasting on sweet manna
That is found in the morning dew?
Manna from His table,
He rains down for you.