Song Name: Loaves and Fishes

Songwriter: Patrice Webb

Copyright: 2011

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Lyrics:

Loaves and Fishes

In the door of loaves and fishes you can see her standing there
Just a worn out rose in torn up clothes with tangles in her hair
And she just can't seem to figure out those voices in her head
So she waits there by the mission door for the breaking of the bread
For the breaking of the bread

Now Billy was a foster kid that time just cast away
Just skinny little redhead boy not worth the time of day
And he stands there in his worn out shoes with an old beat up guitar
Just hoping that the song he sings will wipe away the scars
Will wipe away the scars

And the water turns to wine or so it's always said
By a solitary fisherman who was raised up from the dead
With worn out hands he breaks the bread gathers fishes in his net
He feeds the poor, the weary souls that a busy world forgets
With the fishes in his net

Now the war was over years ago but still the dreams remain
Of the brothers he had fought beside now he drinks away the pain
And his family just gave up on him these many years ago
Now Loaves and Fishes knows his name and calls his spirit home
Calls his wandering spirit home

The homeless and the hungry, the lost and the insane
They live on every street and town and they yearn to have a name
And you know they could be you or me or some mother's lovely child
Just hoping for some state of grace and someone's mercy mild
Someone's mercy mild

And the water turns to wine or so it's always said
By a solitary fisherman who was raised up from the dead
With worn out hands he breaks the bread gathers fishes in his net
He feeds the poor, the weary souls that a busy world forgets
With the fishes in his net