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