(James LeBlanc/Walt Aldridge)
Lord I ain't been a prayin' man,
I figure the whole worlds in your hands,
Ask and you shall receive you say,
So give me her love my daily bread.
You can take everything I own,
Every single seed I've sown,
Still I know I come out ahead,
If I have her love my daily bread.
And her love, is more than enough,
To make my spirit hold,
To feed my hungry soul,
And her kiss is like honey on my lips,
And when I'm blowin' in the wind,
She will lead me home again.
She is a raindrop in a drought,
She my faith when I am in doubt,
Like a river needs a riverbed,
Oh I need her love my daily bread.
I don't know why she's chosen me,
I live my life so selfishly,
But I know until my dying breath,
I'll need her love my daily bread.
And I know that I am not worthy yet,
But give me her love my daily bread
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