I have not much to offer
To Christ, my Lord and King;
No wealth, no might, no wisdom,
No noble gift to bring.
"Five loaves and two small fishes?"
But what alas are they
Among the throngs of hungry
Who crowd life's troubled way?
"Five loaves and two small fishes?"
Not much, dear heart, 'tis true;
But yield them to the Master
And see what He can do!
Placed in His hands of mercy
Thy little will be much.
'Tis not thy gift that matters
But His almighty touch!