Fire crackling, the flames lit the room
An old man sits in his chair,
His grandsons sit as his feet trying to get his attention
“Tell us a story Grampa, tell us, c’mon, won’t you share?”
The old man chuckled.. I’ve got so many stories boys, which one do you want to hear?
You know the one, Grandpa, you know the one; you tell us every year
Yes I do I know the one, I remember it like yesterday it’s true
He took a deep breath and said…
Thousands of us gathered that day by the Sea
Just to listen to the Nazarene speak
The Kingdom of God is within you, he said
As we followed him up the hill from the beach
I was only 10 or 11 at the time
But man, I can still see his smile
I remember his eyes pierced right through me
Surprised he even looked at me because I was what they called a Gentile
The day wore on and the people they got all hungry,
Wondering what they were going to do
But mom, your great grandmother, had packed me a lunch — five loaves, and a couple of fish too
The fish they were small the fish, nothing more than sardines
And the bread – just barley for the poor
It was hardly enough for a growing lad like me let alone some 5000 more
So I was about to eat them…
when a big man came by and said “son the master has need of your food.”
I gave it up freely but never understood & wondered really… would these do any good?
But I wanted to see what the Nazarene would do
So I pushed my way down through to the front
Well, He broke my bread and He blessed my fish
And then pulled off the most amazing spectacular stunt!
My loaves of bread and my two little fish
They multiplied again and again and again!
It’s a miracle they cried, astounding they said!
He just fed over 5000 men!
Jesus just roared, his head back in laughter “trust the Father!” he said.
“He knows you each by your very own name.”
Well boys, I’m not exactly sure what happened that day
But I know one thing… I’ll never be the same
They killed him you know, crucified him on a tree
But He ain’t dead that I know for sure!
He lives forever I tell you the truth
He’s our God, our Lord, our Savior
Then the Grandfather stopped and wiped a tear from his eye
Said I followed him every day since
And when I fall down or fear, or doubt, or a step of faith I might miss
I recall that day, I’ll never forget, of my five loaves and two little fish
That’s it boys, the story’s ’bout done
“But Grandpa what about the moral?”
Little is much.. when it’s all you’ve got boys
Especially in the hands of God’s Son
