Just a little cruise of oil was all she had to spare
Just a cup or two of flour to make a cake to share
Yet she gave it to the prophet, she gave it in God's name
And the little that she seemed to have was never quite the same

When you finally learn to give it up, no matter just how small
When you open up your hands to God, your life, your very all
There's something that will happen to the world you can't explain
But the little that you seem to have will never be the same

Just a lunch of two small fishes and five small loaves of bread
Yet he gave it to the Master, how would the crowd be fed
Yet in the hands of Jesus, a feast his lunch became
And the little that he seemed to have was never quite the same

When you finally learn to give it up, no matter just how small
When you open up your hands to God, your life, your very all
There's something that will happen to the world you can't explain
But the little that you seem to have will never be the same

When you finally learn to give it up, no matter just how small
When you open up your hands to God, your life, your very all
There's something that will happen to the world you can't explain
But the little that you seem to have will never be the same

Yes, the little that you seem to have will never be the same
The same