Bread on the Bench
Style: Gospel celebration

[Verse 1]
A pigeon lands beside the seat
Waiting for a scrap to eat
Somebody always thinks to feed it
And that somebody's you, so sweet

[Pre-chorus]
You scatter kindness without trying
Never once counting the cost
So let the candles start their rising

[Chorus]
Hunter, Hunter, hear us sing
You make this ordinary thing
Feel like the whole park is smiling
Happy birthday, Hunter, our small king

[Verse 2]
Green slats worn from years of sitting
Hold the weight of everyone
But it's the ones who stop and notice
Who make this tired old bench feel young

[Pre-chorus]
You scatter kindness without trying
Never once counting the cost
So let the candles start their rising

[Chorus]
Hunter, Hunter, hear us sing
You make this ordinary thing
Feel like the whole park is smiling
Happy birthday, Hunter, our small king

[Bridge]
One small crumb can call a crowd
We're the crowd that comes for you
Loud and grateful, singing proud
Glad that you are who you are

[Chorus]
Hunter, Hunter, hear us sing
You make this ordinary thing
Feel like the whole park is smiling
Happy birthday, Hunter, our small king

[Outro]
The bird still waits beside the seat
But we are here because of you

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