Lord Feed Your Children

My vessel is empty

Though once I had plenty

My soul is barren and dry;

Somewhere flows a Fountain

Beyond distance mountain

Let me drink from the River of Life.

Lord

feed Your children as we stand here willing

to eat from the table of life;

Drink from the Fountain that flows from the mountain.

Let me feast from the Father's supply.

So long I have hungered;

No man could number

The days that I've longed to be

In a land filled with honey

Where the rivers are runnin';

Very soon now will I taste and see.

Drink from the Fountain that flows from the mountains

When we feast from the Father's supply.

Ooo.