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Manna (After All These Years)
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Aug 8, 2026 updated
Verified editorial review
Chris Renzema's 'Manna (After All These Years)' is a reflective worship song about enduring faith through seasons of spiritual dryness. The artist compares his journey to the Israelites' 40 years in the wilderness, recalling past miracles like the burning bush and the parting of the sea, while admitting that the excitement has faded. He confesses that even when he loses his taste for 'manna'—God's daily provision—he still chooses to love and praise God. The song acknowledges fear and doubt but affirms that God's grace is constant, offered every day regardless of our feelings. It's a honest, encouraging anthem for those in long seasons of waiting.
Lyrics Verified by Editorial Team
Feels like 40 years since I saw that burning bush
And even longer still since I felt the heat from that flame
And if I'm being honest with You
Sure hoped there'd be a few
More of those along the way
But I still believe that You're here even in the waiting
'Cus after all these years I still love You
And after all these years I'll still praise Your holy name
'Cus even when I've lost my taste for manna
It comes from Heaven all the same, every day
It comes from Heaven all the same
Feels like 40 years since I saw You split the sea
And even longer still since You split this heart in me
And I don't know why somedays I just get so afraid
That meeting You was just a dream
So when I'm falling asleep
Would You come wake some faith in me
'Cus after all these years I still love You
And after all these years I'll still praise Your holy name
'Cus even when I've lost my taste for manna
It comes from Heaven all the same, every day
It comes from Heaven all the same
'Cus after all these years I still love You
And after all these years I'll still praise Your holy name
'Cus even when I've lost my taste for manna
It comes from Heaven all the same (comes from Heaven all the same)
Even when I've lost my taste for manna
It comes from Heaven all the same, every day
It comes from Heaven all the same
Whether or not I recognize the miracle hidden in the mundane
Oh, the bread of Heaven's offered either way