Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Our Daily Bread - Poem by Robert William Service

"Give me my daily bread.
It seems so odd,
When all is done and said,
This plea to God.
To pray for cake might be
The thing to do;
But bread, it seems to me,
Is just our due.

"Give me my daily toil,"
I ought to say -
(If from life's cursed coil
I'd time to pray.)
Give me my daily sweat,
My body sore,
So that bread I may get
To toil for more.

"Give me my daily breath,"
Through half a sob,
Until untimely death
Shall end my job.
A crust for my award,
I cry in dread:

"Grant unto me. Oh Lord,
My daily bread!"


Comments about Our Daily Bread by Robert William Service

  • Rookie - 181 Points Brian Jani (7/4/2014 4:45:00 PM)

    we all are entitled to our daily bread.nice one Mr Service (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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