A little boy stepped forward and brought his lunch to You Five thousand men to feed, with wives and children, too The disciples were embarra**ed '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