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