Reformation over ritual

 It’s a tough test sharing  what you have

Working  honest and well 

He knows your intent, Being content 

Hoists you to heaven from hell 

It’s a tough, old world and His plans are in place 

His Words are a’plenty, not few

With Christ in your heart, you doing your part

He covers, descending like dew

We ourselves are the tender plants 

He Himself is the rain 

We all now know, alone we can’t grow 

His power pushes us up through the pain 

It’s a tough, old world and His plans are in place 

His Words are a’plenty, not few

With Christ in your heart, you doing your part

He covers, descending like dew

It’s a tough, old world and His plans are in place 

His Words are a’plenty, not few

With Christ in your heart, you doing your part

He covers, descending like dew.

Deuteronomy 32:1-2

Listen, you heavens, and I will speak;

hear, you earth, the words of my mouth.

Let my teaching fall like rain

and my words descend like dew,

like showers on new grass,

like abundant rain on tender plants.