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