by Farrell Walker

Created on: March 01, 2008

Walking along on a beach I realize how small I really am.
The mighty sea that lies before me God could hold in his hand
and the breeze on my face it touches everyone in every place
so how could God ever use me for I seem so small walking by the sea.

Listening to the wind I began to really see that all God ever used were those small things like me that glorify no man but that everyone would know that empty for His use His power through them could flow, Like a Rod, just a Jaw bone, 5 smooth stones, a hand full of meal and just a drop of oil.

You took your people to the Promised Land, you slew a thousand men, you used a boy to kill a giant of a man and with a hand full of meal and oil, by the profits you showed, when you filled the vessels until they overflowed

You are the Lord, a great and mighty Lord. You spoke a word and the world came to be.
You are the Lord, a great and mighty Lord, Lord create a miracle in me, in me

Like a Rod, just a Jaw bone, 5 smooth stones, a hand full of meal and just a drop of oil.
You took your people to the Promised Land, you slew a thousand men, and you used a boy to kill a giant of a man and with a hand-full of meal and oil, by the prophets you showed, when you filled the vessels until they overflowed

You are the Lord, a great and mighty Lord. You spoke a word and the world came to be.
You are the Lord, a great and mighty Lord, Lord create a miracle in me, in me

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