The Master had been teaching.
The day was hot, and long.
His eyes were full of pity
For the weary, dusty throng.
He said to His disciples
That the crowd should now be fed.
"How can we feed so many
In this wilderness?" they said.
Until there came this little lad
With a little common food.
How could it ever be enough
For such a multitude?
But Jesus took it gladly,
For He knew what He would do.
He blessed it, and He broke it
So His power could shine through.
Yes, He took those loaves and fishes
They were broken in His hand.
And at first their eyes were clouded
And they could not understand.
Until they looked and saw the crowded hill.
All around them people were eating to their fill.
All because He took those little loaves and fishes . . .
And I am like that little lad,
With little common things.
How could I ever be enough to offer to my King?
But Jesus took me gladly,
For He knew me all along.
He blessed me, and He broke me,
And He made my life a song!
Yes, He took my loaves and fishes.
They were broken in His hand.
And at first my eyes were clouded,
And I could not understand.
Until I looked and saw the crowded hill.
All around me people were eating to their fill.
All because He took my little loaves and fishes.
Only Jesus recognized the gift of one small boy.
Only Jesus Christ can turn our brokenness to joy.
Yes, He took those loaves and fishes
They were broken in His hand.
And at first their eyes were clouded
And they could not understand.
Until they looked and saw the crowded hill.
All around them people were eating to their fill.
All because He took those little loaves and fishes . . .
Lord, You'll always have my little loaves and fishes for Your will.