Not Even Enough
Song [Reflective] – Malcolm Gordon
Mark 6:30-44
There’s not even enough
For the twelve of us
Let alone every mouth we can see
We’re run off our feet
Without time to eat
This is precisely why we had to leave
I know that you’re feeling for them
But for goodness sake send them away
There’s no kindness
in keeping them here
We’re all out of all that they crave
But he will not hear reason
I feel just like screaming
He’s making promises we cannot keep
They all sit on the ground
With no food to pass round
Without leaving us beggars on some barren street
He’s lifting his eyes to the sky
And he breaks the few loaves
that we found
And then with his face all aglow
He passes the fragments around
Well let me tell you
I ate more than a few
So over my stomach
I could hear myself think
Though I’d eaten my fill
More bread came until
There was nothing to do but to pass it along
And still with his eyes to the sky
He kept breaking the loaves
we had found
And every daughter and son
Ate their fill and lay back on the ground
I swear there wasn’t enough
For the twelve of us
Without counting every
man, woman and child
Yet all had to eat a bountiful feast
A banquet from heaven
The bread of life
And for each day since then
Around time and again
I’ve found there is still more
Than I can take in
Breaking hands stretched out wide
Eyes raised to the sky
And somehow the giver became the gift
