(One, two, three)

Boy, he could preach that man spoke of things

Of heaven still on the Earth

He stood on that hill from morning until

You could see the hunger in our eyes

I turned to my momma, asked, "What should we do?"

All we had were morsels left

Something told me that my momma 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 give you all of my fishes and loaves

I saw His disciples

They were there to

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 give you all of my fishes and loaves

(My fishes and loaves)

They brought me to the man

I put the food in his hands

I held back my questioning thoughts

But something told me that the 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