A days wage for bread

“A Day’s Wage for Bread” is a dark, emotional biblical prophecy song that brings the hunger and economic desperation surrounding the imagery of the scales to a deeply personal level. Instead of looking at famine only through nations and statistics, the song follows an ordinary worker laboring from before sunrise until evening, only to discover that everything he earned can barely provide enough bread for his family. The scales become the haunting image at the center of the song. Food that was once ordinary has become precious. Every piece must be counted. Every crumb must be saved. The marketplace is filled with people who can no longer afford what they need, while wheat and barley are measured as though they were gold. The repeated words “A day’s wage for bread” capture a world where people can work all day and still struggle simply to eat. Then comes one of the song’s most unsettling contrasts: oil still fills the jars and wine still fills the cup while other tables sit with empty bowls. The song turns prophetic imagery into something painfully human—a household wondering whether there will be enough food tomorrow. As part of “When The Seven Seals Break,” this song carries the story deeper into a world where the consequences of the opened seals are no longer distant warnings. They are reaching the marketplace, the dinner table, and the hands of ordinary people struggling to survive. If this song makes you think more deeply about the warnings found in Revelation, Like, Subscribe, and Share it with someone following the journey through the Seven Seals. #ADaysWageForBread #WhenTheSevenSealsBreak #SevenSeals #ThirdSeal #BlackHorse #FourHorsemen #Revelation6 #BookOfRevelation #BibleProphecy #EndTimes #ChristianMusic #GospelMusic #JaggedTree Enjoy the Complete Album—Every Song Is Available in the “When The Seven Seals Break” playlist. Listen from Beginning to End and Experience the Full Journey. A DAY’S WAGE FOR BREAD Work until the daylight dies Trade your strength to stay alive Empty hands and mouths unfed A whole day’s wage For a little bread I woke before the morning light And worked beneath the burning sky My hands are cracked, my body aches But hunger never asks me why I carried stone, I turned the ground I worked until the sun went red Then laid my wages on the scales A day’s hard work For daily bread I brought it home with trembling hands Too little there for all to share My children watched me break the loaf Each waiting for a portion there Count every piece Save every crumb No one knows When more will come A day’s wage for bread A lifetime just to live Working for tomorrow With nothing left to give A day’s wage for bread While the scales decide our fate How did a world that had so much Become a world too late? We had enough We wanted more Now hunger’s standing At the door The market echoes with the cries Of those who cannot pay the price A bag of coins that once bought plenty Barely keeps a child alive The wheat is weighed like precious gold The barley measured grain by grain And every morning brings the question Will we ever eat again? Yet somewhere oil still fills the jars And somewhere wine still fills the cup While empty bowls sit on the tables Of the ones who’ve given up Count every piece Save every crumb No one knows When more will come A day’s wage for bread A lifetime just to live Working for tomorrow With nothing left to give A day’s wage for bread