Little to Lots
“Take this with you. Don't forget it,” she said.
I picked up the bundle and walked by the shore
Of the Galilee Sea on the way to Dad’s store.
Crowds on the hill blocked the path straight to town.
I couldn’t squeeze by so I stopped and sat down.
And I heard Jesus speak of a wonderful love,
Especially for us, from His Father above.
He spoke a long time. We hung on each word
Till a rumbling, grumbling hunger was heard.
“There’s nothing to eat,” one man said to another.
I patted the snack I’d received from my mother.
Jesus had nothing to eat. So I thought,
I could give Him a little of what I have brought.
He smiled and He stood, His hands gently spread.
I offered both fish and then all of my bread.
In His hands, my snack fed the multitude there —
Five thousand or more — with 12 baskets to spare!
I learned a great lesson: Give God all you’ve got
‘Cause in His big hands, your little’s a lot.
A miracle made from two fish and some bread . . .
Too bad I didn’t bring chocolate instead.