Is it bread I need, day by day?
My Father says merely to ask.
Would he withhold from his own child
what is required to do His task?
How could I not trust my Father,
the One who made the earth and grain,
the One whose Son multiplied loaves
and causes wheat to grow with rain?
In vain I do fret and worry,
wondering how needs shall be met,
When all I have to do is trust
my Father, by whose strength I'm kept.
Since my ev'ry hair is numbered,
and He sees the sparrow fallen—
He knows my each and ev'ry need,
telling me I'm not forgotten.
My Father is never passive
of what I need for ev'ry day;
But through His own Son, Christ Jesus,
provides the means and makes a way.
Is it bread I need, day by day?
My Father says merely to ask.
Would he withhold from his own child
What is required to do His task?
And when that day will soon arrive
when I don't need my daily bread,
I'll be taken to Christ on high,
still feeding on my living Head.
