I’ve lived with a little. I’ve lived with a lot.
I’ve shivered with nothing. I’ve warmed with a pot.
I’ve eaten like kings with a feast spread out wide,
And I’ve also gone hungry, with no place to hide.
I’ve slept on soft pillows and hard, creaky floors.
I’ve walked through mansions and knocked on poor doors.
But one thing I’ve learned—through joy or through pain—
My strength comes from Jesus. He’s the one who sustains.
If I have a lot or just pennies to spend,
I’ll lean on the Lord, my unchanging friend.
No gold and no glory can carry my flame—
But God gives me strength, and he’s always the same.
He guides me through hunger, through struggle and stress.
He lifts me through trials and turns no into yes.
No matter the season, the storm, or the song,
With him as my strength, I know I’ll stay strong.
