I hunger for this daily bread.
Not the loaves that Satan wanted from stones.
Not the piece that Judas dipped in Your cup.
Not the grease soaked ones that I had for lunch.
I hunger for the Bread of Life.
I thirst for this living water
Not from where the pigs cliff dived to their death.
Not from the basin where Pilate washed his hands.
Not from the sugar filled can that I had for lunch.
I thirst for Your living water.