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A little boy stepped forward
And brought his lunch to You
Five thousand men to feed,
With wives and children, too
The disciples were embarrassed
'Cause they didn't see the truth
It will be inappropriate
'Till multiplied by You
What I give is insufficient but abundant in Your hands
My life that's insignificant finds meaning in Your plans
Feeling desperately inadequate,
You tell me that I can
In You...
You said to pour some water into pots that stood outside
When what they really wanted was more wedding wine
But they chose to obey Your unusual command
And all the guests enjoyed the best wine they'd ever had
Lord, help me not to focus on what I give to You
But, instead see the power of the One that I give to