Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Our Daily Bread - Poem by Robert William Service

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"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

  • 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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