Paper Boats in Galilee (Acoustic Worship)

Verse 1

Little boy with a lunch in his hand

Crowd so big

He can hardly stand

Gives it up

Doesn’t understand

Still You’re breaking it

Making it more than enough

Chorus

You turn my little into plenty

My worry into peace

You write Your name on the empty

Where I can’t even see

Every ordinary moment

Becomes a holy scene

When I place it in Your hands

Like paper boats in Galilee

Verse 2

Widow drops her last two coins

Heart beats fast

But her hope’s still joined

Heaven hears that quiet sound

You call treasure what the world calls losing count

Chorus

You turn my little into plenty

My worry into peace

You write Your name on the empty

Where I can’t even see

Every ordinary moment

Becomes a holy scene

When I place it in Your hands

Like paper boats in Galilee

Bridge

I don’t have much

Just a cracked

Small cup (oh Lord)

But You fill it up

You fill it up

From broken bread

To an empty grave

You’ve been making miracles

Out of mustard-seed faith

Chorus

You turn my little into plenty

My worry into peace

You write Your name on the empty

Where I can’t even see

Every ordinary moment

Becomes a holy scene

When I place it in Your hands

Like paper boats in Galilee

When I place it in Your hands

You walk the waves in Galilee