Manna

Omo I dey lie
If I talk say I no feel you for my life
Even when e hard
You dey come through oh
You dey show you dey my side
Dey my side

Ohh, what manner of manna is this
In the wilderness you still give me the things I need
Things I need
What manner of manna is this
You provide for me in a way wey dey shock me constantly
Now you got me asking that

What manner, oh what manner
What manner, oh what manner of manna is this
What manner of manna is this
What manner, oh what manner
What manner, oh what manner of manna is this
What manner of manna is this

Papa dey give me daily bread, daily bread
A table in the presence of my enemies I swear he prepared it
Prepared it for me
It wasn't by the works of my hands oh no
For the little faith that I had in you
You showed me that you heard, me delivered me and blessed me
Even when I lost every ounce of hope
Oh no

What manner of manna is this
In the wilderness you still give me the things I need
Things I need
What manner of manna is this
You provide for me in a way wey dey shock me constantly
Now you got me asking that

What manner, oh what manner
What manner, oh what manner of manna is this
What manner of manna is this
What manner, oh what manner
What manner, oh what manner of manna is this
What manner of manna is this

Look imma keep it real with you man like
This wasn't even supposed to be a song in the first place but I
I spent some time just thinking about how hard things have been for me, for the past couple of months but
In spite of it all God always came through and
God comes through with that manna every time
He always, always meets us at the point of our need
And that's on God



Credits
Writer(s): Nkasiobi Uzondu Chukwu
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