Song parody of
Treasure (Oil Song)
by Ashton Barber
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the Treasure (Oil Song) song by Ashton Barber.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
Treasure in earthen vessels
Cracked and lop-sided
Empty, I'm ready, fill me with
Oil that never runs dry
I know that in my weakness
Your strength is perfected
And the joy of the Lord is my strength so
Fill this emptiness with oil of gladness
Treasure in earthen vessels
Cracked and lop-sided
Empty, I'm ready, fill me with
Oil that never runs dry
I know that in my weakness
Your strength is perfected
And the joy of the Lord is my strength so
Fill this emptiness with oil of gladness
Like it did with the widow, let the oil flow
Like it did with the widow, let the oil flow
Like it did with the widow, let the oil flow
Like it did with the widow, let the oil flow
I will not fill my jar of clay
With things that fail and pass away
But I will overflow
Your Presence, my Treasure
I will not fill my jar of clay
With things that fail and pass away
But I will overflow
Your Presence, my Treasure
My Treasure
Where there's a vessel, the oil still pours
Where there's a vessel, the oil still fills
Treasure in earthen vessels
Cracked and lop-sided
Empty, I'm ready, fill me with
Oil that never runs dry
I know that in my weakness
Your strength is perfected
And the joy of the Lord is my strength so
Fill this emptiness with oil of gladness
Treasure in earthen vessels
Cracked and lop-sided
Empty, I'm ready, fill me with
Oil that never runs dry
I know that in my weakness
Your strength is perfected
And the joy of the Lord is my strength so
Fill this emptiness with oil of gladness
Like it did with the widow, let the oil flow
Like it did with the widow, let the oil flow
Like it did with the widow, let the oil flow
Like it did with the widow, let the oil flow
I will not fill my jar of clay
With things that fail and pass away
But I will overflow
Your Presence, my Treasure
I will not fill my jar of clay
With things that fail and pass away
But I will overflow
Your Presence, my Treasure
My Treasure
Where there's a vessel, the oil still pours
Where there's a vessel, the oil still fills
