What is the measure of a life well lived
If all I can offer seems too small to give
This is a song for the weaker, the poorer

And so-called failures

Little is much when God's in it

And no one can fathom the plans He holds
Little is much when God's in it
He changes the world with the seeds we sow

Little is much, little is much

Who feels tired and under-qualified

Who feels deserted, and hung out to dry
This is a song for the broken, the beat-up
And so-called losers


Consider a Kingdom in the smallest seed
Consider that giants fall to stones and slings

Consider a child in a manger
Consider the story isn't over
What can be done with what you still have