Not too small, not too small
only five loaves, five thousand fed.
Not too small, not too small
with just two fish, and much left over.
'Tis faith that counts not quantity
your seemingly little gift, who knows
may be all that's needed to save
and while mortals eyes watch
by God's own hand, a miracle is wrought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not many miracles seem to be happening these days, especially with the global economic crisis...to find a truly kind-hearted person would take much searching...a nice read, a 10 from me