[Verse 1] At the edge of the old fields, the season turned its page, A teacher walked the shoreline where the nets were laid to dry. He called the ones who hauled the catch, not keepers of the flock, And left the little harbor with the tide against the sky. [Pre-Chorus] The lamb was raised beneath the rule, The rule gave way to something new. [Chorus] Two fish in the hands of the crowd, Five loaves passed from hand to hand. Twelve baskets carried the fragments out, A story traveling farther than the land. The gates swung wide, the table grew; The old walls could not hold the view. [Verse 2] He spoke in fields and kitchen rooms, in seeds and borrowed bread, A kingdom not a border drawn, not blood that marked the line. The guarded law met open hands; the stranger took a place, And hungry people found enough beneath the afternoon sun. [Pre-Chorus] A house of bread, a village name, A grain of truth in every frame. [Chorus] Two fish in the hands of the crowd, Five loaves passed from hand to hand. Twelve baskets carried the fragments out, A story traveling farther than the land. The gates swung wide, the table grew; The old walls could not hold the view. [Bridge] Not a chart nailed over the heavens, Not a code carved into stone— But a tale that gathered strangers Till no one ate alone. And when the last crumbs crossed the hillside, Each keeper carried home a part. The turning age was in the telling, The change of law inside the heart. [Final Chorus] Two fish in the hands of the crowd, Five loaves passed from hand to hand. Twelve baskets carried the fragments out, A story traveling farther than the land. The lamb, the nets, the bread made new— A wider door, a wider view. [Outro] The tide kept moving past the stones. The bread went on from hand to hand.
