Make Enough of Me*

Overwhelmed and underpaid
Morning comes too soon
Running late and on my plate
A million things to do

Got a baby cryin’
Another trying to find the other shoe
When I open my eyes
The dam will break
Their need will flood my room.

 

 

You made wine from water
And raised up Jairus’ daughter from her bed
From her bed
Filled the empty fishing nets
And with some loaves and fishes fed
A hungry crowd 
Make enough of me to go around.

 

 

My mother’s sick
And I’m late to pick up kids at school
I need to clean
Can’t fit in my jeans
The fridge gives no comfort food

You made wine from water
Raised up Jairus’ daughter from her bed
From the dead
Filled the empty fishing nets
And with some loaves and fishes
Fed a hungry crowd   

I hunger now
Make enough of me to go around 

Multiply and magnify
This tiny little life of mine
Enlarge me
And expand this heart
And fill it with divine

My heart is cold
Nothing grows
But thistles and some thorns
They choke the light
And shrink the vine
I need to be reborn

 

 

You made wine from water
And told a scarlet daughter
Sin no more
Surrendered to the garden
Through thorns and nails you pardoned
The angry crowd 
Make enough of me to go around

 

*Words and Music by Julie de Azevedo

 

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