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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 we should 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 tryna to let go
My heart is uneasy, 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 too
Witness that water turn wine
They've seen with their eyes the lame man arise
So I walked up to them and I said

Oh, I'm tryna to let go
My heart is uneasy, but I give You control
And I know it's not much, but I know what I owe
I'll give You all of my fishes and loaves

My fishes and loaves
Whoa

They brought me to the Man, I 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

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