This little pot of manna,
may not mean that much to you,
but it's a record of the desert,
that my Father brought me through.
Of all the things i've had to learn,
and that i'm learning still,
so my heart could be prepared,
to remain within His will.
The good times and the bad times,
all the triumphs and the trials,
the lessons and the blessings,
as we traveled through the miles.
It may not mean that much to you,
but it means a lot to me,
for through this desert i am taught,
how to live when i am free.