Zach Winters - Storehouse Lyrics

I had a dream that we packed awayAll of our things into a boat for a long timeAnd we watched uneasily as the waters tookAll our houses underneath as it climbed the mountainsidePlenty will there be from this year’s harvestEven though the man said there wouldn’t be muchRain in the ground for this year’s harvestAdding to the storehouse, hallelujah!And can you remember last year’s harvest?Living in a dry land - how did we eat that year?Was like a dead cloud hung above usWith an empty wind, but we had enoughDidn’t we? Didn’t we have enough?Imagine this land being drenched with water till we can’t see...Hearing it fall and resound and scatterTill we can’t hear ourselves sing....And plenty will there be from next year’s harvest -Scattering the seeds with an open hand andRemembering more than sparrows his thoughts are of us;Even if the rain stops, hallelujah!