Matt Duncan The Horn Of Plenty
It was blowing on the shore
The waves were keeping time
The comely trees were whistling too
This time I'll get what is mine
It's part of his holy design for this world
When I die you'll take my place in line
For the horn of plenty
It's been the ruin of many
Those that answered the call
Or never heard it at all
Praise the horn of plenty
Then you're walking down the street
The world looks good enough to eat
And who's stopping you, boy?
You know you're a prince of a man
Such a feast there in the palm of your hand
But you still shove your gilded fist down the bell
Of the horn of plenty
It's been the ruin of many
Those that answered the call
Or never heard it at all
It's been so long since the fall
Praise the horn of plenty
So plant a seed and let it grow
Not too high just so they know
What it is that they're missing