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VERSE 1
My basket is empty, Lord, and the crowd is hungry
All I got is crumbs, feels like it ain't worth nothing
Five small loaves, two little fish in my hand
How can this feed thousands? I don't understand
I'm ashamed to offer what seems like a joke
When the need is an ocean and I got a drop of hope
But You're asking me to bring it, every little thing I own
Even when it feels like nothing, even when I'm all alone
PRE-CHORUS
I'm afraid they'll laugh at what I have to give
This small seed of faith feels too weak to live
But I hear You whisper through my doubt and shame
"Child, bring your little much, I'll do the rest in My name"
CHORUS
BUT IN YOUR HANDS, THE LITTLE IS ALWAYS ENOUGH!
FIVE LOAVES, TWO FISH, YOU TURN SMALL INTO MUCH!
WHEN I BRING MY NOTHING, YOU MAKE SOMETHING GREAT
YOU MULTIPLY MY OFFERING, YOU NEVER COME TOO LATE!
THE MULTITUDE IS FED, AND BASKETS OVERFLOW
IN YOUR HANDS, LORD, MIRACLES GROW!
WHAT I THOUGHT WAS LACK... BECAME ABUNDANCE STRONG
IN YOUR HANDS... IN YOUR HANDS... I'VE HAD ENOUGH ALL ALONG!
VERSE 2
I've been counting what I'm missing, adding up my lack
Measuring my resources by what I think I lack
But You don't count like I do, You see what I can't see
You take my willing"yes" and make it all I'll ever need
The disciples saw the thousands, felt the weight of empty plates
I only saw my pocket, calculated my mistakes
But You took that boy's lunch, broke it with a prayer
And suddenly scarcity dissolved in Your care
PRE-CHORUS 2
Stop holding back what seems too small to share
Bring your widow's mite, bring your breath of prayer
'Cause in the hands of Jesus, little becomes more
He's the God of multiplication, that's what He's famous for
CHORUS
'CAUSE IN YOUR HANDS, THE LITTLE IS ALWAYS ENOUGH!
FIVE LOAVES, TWO FISH, YOU TURN WEAK INTO TOUGH!
WHEN I BRING MY BROKEN, YOU MAKE SOMETHING WHOLE
YOU MULTIPLY MY FRAGMENTS, YOU RESTORE MY SOUL!
THE MULTITUDE IS SATISFIED, TWELVE BASKETS LEFT BEHIND
IN YOUR HANDS, LORD, MORE THAN ENOUGH I FIND!
WHAT I THOUGHT WAS SHAME... BECAME YOUR GLORY'S SONG
IN YOUR HANDS... IN YOUR HANDS... YOU'VE PROVIDED ALL ALONG!
BRIDGE
I broke the bread...
And it remained...
I broke my faith...
And it overflowed...
I GAVE MY LITTLE
I BROUGHT MY NOTHING
I SHARED MY WEAKNESS
FINAL CHORUS
IN YOUR HANDS, THE LITTLE IS ALWAYS ENOUGH!
FIVE LOAVES, TWO FISH, YOUR GRACE IS MORE THAN MUCH!
WHEN I BRING MY HUMBLE, YOU MAKE MOUNTAINS MOVE
YOU MULTIPLY MY OFFERING, YOUR FAITHFULNESS YOU PROVE!
THE CROWD ATE AND WAS FILLED, NOBODY LEFT IN NEED
IN YOUR HANDS, LORD, YOU'RE MY DAILY BREAD INDEED!
WHAT I THOUGHT WAS NOTHING... BECAME YOUR MIRACLE DISPLAY
IN YOUR HANDS... IN YOUR HANDS...
YOU PROVIDE... EVERY DAY!
OUTRO
My basket was empty...
(Now it overflows...)
You took my little...
(And made it more than I could hold...)
Five loaves... two fish...
In Your hands... it's always enough...
