In our kitchen stands a barrel to remind everyone
Of a story in the Bible of a widow and her son
How, with one handful of meal, she made Elijah a little bread
And it was all the food they had between the two of them and death
Somewhere deep inside her heart she found the grace to give
And Elijah took the bread that they depended on to live
But when she went back to the barrel, feeling nothing but despair
Her fears were gone from that day on she would never find it bare
Lord, I want to give what I have inside my barrel
And I know that your grace always prevails
Cause just when it seems I've reached the bottom of the barrel
I keep finding more and more, it never fails
Lord, I often stop and think of just how good to me you've been
Even when I'd given up you came through time and time again
And like the woman with the barrel, Lord, that's how I want to be
Help me each day to give away a little more of what you've given me
Lord, I want to give what I have inside my barrel
And I know that your grace always prevails
Cause just when it seems I've reached the bottom of the barrel
I keep finding more and more, it never fails