Friday, February 22, 2013

Little is Much in the Master's Hands

The crowd pressed in to hear Him speak
They had followed a long way
His Words had set their hearts afire
Yet towards the end of day
His followers grew hungry
They had no food to eat
The disciples must have questioned
As satan planned defeat

Then in the crowd they found a boy
With a simple little lunch
Not nearly what was needed
To feed this great big bunch
Of men and women, boys and girls
Resting on their hillside seats
This was no banquet for a king
Not even a peasant’s feast

But they took it to the Master
And they watched as in His hands
This tiny lunch of fish and loaves
Fed women and children and men
And when the meal was ended
They gathered up the rest
There were baskets full left over
Because it had been blessed

For little is much in the Master’s hands
Although we often say
There’s nothing I can offer
I cannot share today
I do not write, or preach the Word
I don’t know how to sing
I cannot pray as some may do
And make the rafters ring

Please don’t let satan fool you
Don’t fail to understand
Remember all is multiplied
When in the Master’s hands
So if all you have is little
Boldly take a stand
And place that little that you have
Into the Master’s hands

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