Our Fish And Loaves

When the steps I take
are meek and slow,
please multiply
my fish and loaves.

And when my courage
feels like dread,
please multiply
the fish and bread.

When I yearn to give,
yet little own,
please multiply
my fish and loaves.

When I fail the words
I wish I'd said,
please multiply
the fish and bread.

And when my confidence
plummets low,
please multiply
my fish and loaves.

When I long to help,
but doubt my best,
please multiply
the fish and bread.

When I feel too lacking
to lift one soul,
Help me still to give
my fish and loaves.

Luke 9: 12 Late in the afternoon the Twelve came to him and said, “Send the crowd away so they can go to the surrounding villages and countryside and find food and lodging, because we are in a remote place here.”

13 He replied, “You give them something to eat.”

They answered, “We have only five loaves of bread and two fish—unless we go and buy food for all this crowd.” 14 (About five thousand men were there.)

But he said to his disciples, “Have them sit down in groups of about fifty each.” 15 The disciples did so, and everyone sat down. 16 Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke them. Then he gave them to the disciples to distribute to the people. 17 They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.

~What are your "fish and loaves"? 

What can you offer that you fear is too meager and insignificant to make a difference?~