Lyrics
Hey, what you gonna do
The old prophet cried
I'll make the boy and me a cake
And then we're gonna die
You see, there's been a famine here
It's not rained for so long
For all the food that we have stored is gone
He said, rearrange your plans
I've got good news for you
Bake a cake, let me first
And God will see you through
With the can of old handful of milk
And sorrow in her eyes
She put the mix on the fire
And it began to rise
As faith began to rise
God's blessings begin to fall
Those who trust Him for their bread
He feeds them one and all
And if you feel you've reached the end
And there's no place to go
His barrel's never empty
To feed the hungry soul
Every day at suppertime
She walked to the old milk can
She scrapped the bottom to fill her cup
But God kept putting more in
The old grim reaper kicked the dirt
As he had to walk on by
He thought he had another life
But God's barrel don't run dry
As faith began to rise
God's blessings begin to fall
Those who trust Him for their bread
He feeds them one and all
And if you feel you've reached the end
And there's no place to go
His barrel's never empty
To feed the hungry soul
And if you feel you've reached the end
And there's no place to go
His barrel's never empty
To feed the hungry soul, a hungry soul
A hungry soul
A hungry soul