All I Have
This is all I have,
It doesn’t seem much,
But I’m giving it to you
Some see the difficulties,
the lack,
the need for more
You see the possibilities,
what can be done,
if only
we hand over
what we have
What I have
seems so small,
Insignificant,
not enough
for the need,
for all that is required
But in your hands,
broken,
blessed
and shared,
it is beyond
what is needed,
so much more than I gave.
And so Lord,
I give to you,
what I have,
what I am,
for you to break
and bless
and use
Matthew 14:13-21 (MSG)
Supper for Five Thousand
13-14 When Jesus got the news, he slipped away by boat to an out-of-the-way place by himself. But unsuccessfully—someone saw him and the word got around. Soon a lot of people from the nearby villages walked around the lake to where he was. When he saw them coming, he was overcome with pity and healed their sick.
15 Toward evening the disciples approached him. “We’re out in the country and it’s getting late. Dismiss the people so they can go to the villages and get some supper.”
16 But Jesus said, “There is no need to dismiss them. You give them supper.”
17 “All we have are five loaves of bread and two fish,” they said.
18-21 Jesus said, “Bring them here.” Then he had the people sit on the grass. He took the five loaves and two fish, lifted his face to heaven in prayer, blessed, broke, and gave the bread to the disciples. The disciples then gave the food to the congregation. They all ate their fill. They gathered twelve baskets of leftovers. About five thousand were fed.
“Love, like two fish and five loaves, is never enough until you give it away”
Pam's Perambulation 
Pam, thanks for this, especially the poem which seems to express how I feel right now about what’s happening in Gaza and Syria. I was preaching on this yesterday, the compassion of Christ which expressed itself in a miracle to meet the needs of all those people who had come to be with Jesus in his time of sadness over the death of his cousin, John. I pray that our compassion over the loss of lives in Palestine and Israel will result in a miracle – Peace and justice for all.
All we can give is all we have, and somehow trust God to do what he needs with it. Thanks
Lovely prayer-poem! It reminds me of Oswald Chambers and his image of us presenting our bodies as broken bread and poured out wine for God to use as God sees fit–or not!
I was just looking around the blogosphere and happened on your blog. So pleased to meet you!
Elouise
Thanks 🙂
That’s exactly how it is isn’t it
Yes. Sometimes painfully so…yet also what a relief not to have to play God!