Boy, he could preach
That man spoke of things
Of heaven, yet still on the earth
He stood on that hill from morning until
You could see the hunger in our eyes
I turned to my mama
Asked: What should we do?
All we had were morsels left
Something told me that my mama believed
This preacher could use it more than me
Oh, I'm trying to let go
My heart isn't easy, but I give you control
I know it's not much, but I know what I owe
So I'll give you all my fishes and loaves
I saw his disciples
They were there to witness that water turned wine
They've seen with their eyes the lame man arise
So I walked up to them and I said
Oh, I'm trying to let go
My heart isn't easy, but I give you control
I know it's not much, but I know what I owe
I give you all my fishes and loaves
My fishes and loaves
Woah
They brought me to the man
Put the food in his hands
I held back my questioning thoughts
But something told me that that preacher could see
The war between my head and heart
When he said: Oh my child let go
I know you're uneasy, but I'm in control
I don't need that much for me to show
I'll make the most of your fishes and loaves
