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never too small
Wednesday, July 02, 2008 @ 9:29 PM
Are we always (most of the time) happy?
At least we try to be, no?
:D
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A little boy of thirteen was on his way to school
He heard a crowd of people laughing and he went to take a look
Thousands were listening to the stories of one man
He spoke with such wisdom, even the kids could understand

The hours passed so quickly, the day turned to night
Everyone was hungry but there was no food in sight
The boy looked in his lunchbox at the little that he had
He wasn't sure what good it'd do, there were thousands to be fed

But he saw the twinkling eyes of Jesus
The kindness in His smile
And the boy cried out
With the trust of a child
he said:

"Take my five loaves and two fishes
Do with it as you will
I surrender
Take my fears and my inhibitions
All my burdens, my ambitions
You can use it all to feed them all"

I often think about that boy when I'm feeling small
And I worry that the work I do means nothing at all

But every single tear I cry is a diamond in His hands
And every door that slams in my face, I will offer up in prayer

So I'll give you every breath that I have
Oh Lord, you can work miracles
All that you need is my "Amen"

So take my five loaves and two fishes
Do with it as you will
I surrender
Take my fears and my inhibitions
All my burdens, my ambitions
You can use it all
I hope it's not too small

I trust in you
I trust in you

So take my five loaves and two fishes
Do with it as you will
I surrender
Take my fears and my inhibitions
All my burdens, my ambitions
You can use it all
No gift is too small

Been listening to this over and over again.
No gift is too small...

Your touch.
Thank you God, thank you God.
Saviour, Solution, Shelter.

The feeling's overwhelming. How tears are shed just like that.
My eyes are on you Jesus. Just you.
I recall talking to my dad about crying,
"Dad, in the past, when I thought of the separation of you and mum, I'd cry the most and most easily. Now, I can cry just like that, once I think of what Jesus did for us."
Amazing ain't it? Of course it is.