In a desert town where the well's run dry,
A widow holds her jar to the sky,
No more bread, just a prayer and a flame,
But what's near empty, He'll still sustain.

Oil keeps flowin', never runs dry,
Faith pours out when the jar's held high,
More than enough in every drop,
When the world gives out, the oil won't stop.

Dust in the air and the crops won't grow,
But there's a secret only the faithful know,
What seems so small can fill the land,
In every drop is His mighty hand.

Oil keeps flowin', never runs dry,
Faith pours out when the jar's held high,
More than enough in every drop,
When the world gives out, the oil won't stop.

In the darkest drought, we find our way,
Through every storm, there's grace to stay,
His mercy flows like rivers wide,
Overflowin' with love inside.

Through every season, when hope feels thin,
He fills the jar, again and again,
What the world can't give, His hand provides,
With faith that grows, no need to hide.

Oil keeps flowin', never runs dry,
Faith pours out when the jar's held high,
More than enough in every drop,
When the world gives out, the oil won't stop.