Surrender
A word that we don't understand
How are we to get ahead
When we have empty hands?
We fight for what will fade
We cling to that
From which we're saved
And soon we'll wake to find
We've naught but fists of sand
What good is the whole world
If you've no soul?

So cast your bread
Upon the water's edge
And you will find
The bread of life
Cast your bread

Our bread seems small
But when it's broken
It will feed
A multitude of thousands
Hungry and in need
If we want to live
Our life is something
We must give
Just like kernels of wheat
Die to bare forth seeds
Lord it's in Your hands now
As it's always been

Cast your bread
Upon the water's edge
And you will find
The bread of life
Break your bread
And pass with open hands
And you will find
The bread of life

How are we to get ahead
When we have empty hands?

Cast your bread
Upon the water's edge
And you will find
The bread of life
Cast your bread
Cast your bread
And you will find
The bread of life