Verse 1
My vessel is empty but once I had plenty, my soul is barren and dry,
Somewhere flows a fountain, beyond it stood mountains,
let me feast from the rivers of life.
Chorus
Lord feed your children, as we stand here willing,
to eat from the table of life,
Drink from the fountain, that flows the mountain,
let me feast from the Father's supply.
Verse 2
So long I have wondered, no man could number,
the days that I yearn to be,
In a land filled with honey, where the rivers are runnings,
oh very soon now when I taste and see.
Chorus
Lord feed your children, as we stand here willing,
to eat from the table of life,
Drink from the fountain, that flows the mountain,
let me feast from the Father's supply.