If we loose perception in our life About Gods provision in our strife Will the hunger that we feed upon Be at all sufficient enough?
There's the assurance of our daily needs That WILL be met-if our heart suCceeds To become aware that His Hand is in deed The hand that feeds our daily need
You can turn to Life You can rely on Luck You can even deny That its Him who sees All of our daily grieves Yet will it be sufficiently Enough-in all we aim to seek?
Let this be my quest To find my provider In this my search WhEre my need abide--
Eyes of the matador were moving daggers, swift, pinning bull down, they order surrender. In a twist, breaking free, the bull evades his eyes and snort, "Now it's your turn, let's see how you escape"