From Your hand, the manna poured
By Your mercy, the quail soared
Sufficient for the hunger in each day
The bounty our God extended our way
Not that we should store for ourselves
But that He would replenish our shelves
Requiring of us, faith in His might
To meet the needs, before His sight
O, that our wills would rest on the seventh
Waiting on Him, to send bread from heaven
Rejoice, O Israel, our God draws near
Take hold, our Trust, expel all fear
Your right hand is mercy, abounding grace
The day of rest, for knowing our place
By dawn we will praise, Your love that sustains
By dusk we dance, Your presence remains
[Thankful for my reading this morning, which reminded me that He knows our need (Ex. 16). So often tempted to be anxious over finances...joyful to know God had humanity's needs met from the beginning, from the wilderness, from the cross.]
(from shore)
