Museum Ofaudio - Given Enough (Official Audio)

“Given Enough” by Museum Ofaudio. Written, performed, and produced by Museum Ofaudio. © 2026 Museum Ofaudio. All Rights Reserved. Lyrics: I've been given a life, not to be remembered by, But one to transform the darkness of the world into light, Given the circumstances, not a bad idea to try, Given the consequences, the evil one won’t let it slide, Every truth that I speak puts a target on my chest, Every step toward the light seems to summon up a test, But the pressure never proved that I was walkin’ the wrong way, Sometimes opposition means you’re standin’ where you should stay, I don’t need a monument to tell ’em I was here, I’d rather leave ’em courage when they’re cornered by their fear, Plant a little mercy where the bitterness was grown, Give a little shelter to the ones without a home, If my name should disappear the moment that I’m gone, Let the love I gave remain and keep on travelin’ beyond, I was never given breath to build a kingdom of my own, I was given just enough to lead another person home. What’s there to do, Sing like birds, make nests that prove, What we’re given is enough, To make it through, What’s there to lose, We have little left to prove, If the Father feeds the birds, He’ll carry you, I’ve been countin’ every blessing that I used to overlook, Finding truth outside the places people told me I should look, There’s a sermon in the silence, there’s a lesson in the seed, It don’t question who will praise it, it just grows for those in need, We’ve been taught to chase abundance till abundance leaves us poor, Stackin’ things against the walls while something’s starvin’ at the core, Everybody wants a future they can fasten to the ground, But the tighter that we hold it, the less freedom can be found, So I’ll work with what I’m given, whether plenty or a piece, Turn a table into fellowship, a moment into peace, I don’t need to own tomorrow just to serve somebody now, Faith was never having answers, it was moving without doubt, And the evil one can whisper that my efforts won’t survive, That one candle means nothing where the dark has multiplied, But the smallest flame can show you there’s a doorway in the room, And a single buried seed can split the pavement when it blooms, What’s there to do, Sing like birds, make nests that prove, What we’re given is enough, To make it through, What’s there to lose, We have little left to prove, If the Father feeds the birds, He’ll carry you, I don’t need the world to know me, I just need the world to see, There is light inside the lowly, There is strength in what we leave, No crown upon my head, No fortune in my hands, Just a life that’s still been given, And the courage still to stand, What’s there to do, Sing like birds, make nests that prove, What we’re given is enough, To make it through, What’s there to lose, We have little left to prove, If the Father feeds the birds, He’ll carry you, What we’re given is enough, What we’re given is enough, Not to be remembered by, Just to turn the dark to light.