Plenty In The Midst Of Nothing

Although the fig tree shall not blossom

Although there will be no held in stall

Even the land went from drought to summer

The wild wind blew up the shelter

The land refuses to give her increase

Plenty in the midst of nothing

Every moment every time

Even the barrel of oil runs to reserve

In the midst of nothing hoping where there is seems no hope

Will there be ever plenty in the midst of where there is nothing

The land is in great drought

As if the land is accurse

Within spring forth nothing but an hopelessness of the situation

Tomorrow is far insight to come to terms with

Is nothing but no matter what there shall be a sign

A sign of plenty in the midst of nothing

Summer flows into winter and winter into bountiful harvest

This is time to hope and believe again

Plenty in the midst of nothing