More Than Enough

When the pockets are empty, the sky seems so vast,

Looking for hope but feeling so lost.

Yet in the silence, there's a truth so loud,

When I have nothing left, God's still more than enough.

His grace is the flood, that overflows,

His love is the fire, that brightly glows.

In my weakness, His strength is enough,

When I have nothing left, God's still more than enough.

More than enough, more than enough,

His mercy's a river, flowing so deep.

In the storm, in the rough, His love is enough,

When I have nothing, God's still more than enough.

Mountains may crumble, seas may roar,

But His promises stand forevermore.

No wealth or riches can compare,

To the love of God, so perfect.

So I lift my hands, and I lift my voice,

In His presence, I rejoice.

For in my emptiness, I find my strength.

When I have nothing left, God's still more than enough.