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 loavesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.