Worked hard for so long, gaining so little
And the end has come?
My child, it is not how much or how little you see
Five fish, two loves, is that little?
In the end it became blessings for thousands!
A bit of oil, a handful of flour, is that much?
It satisfied the needs of a prophet, a widow and her child for three years!
I am waiting for you to put all you have in my hands
I never blame you for having too little, when you turn back like a child,
In my eyes, you have much more than the thousands
Jesus patiently answers.