Salt , Light, The Jar and the Lamp

Lyrics

Verse 1 The brook ran dry, the sky turned gray, A widow stood with no escape, A handful of flour, a drop of oil, The weight of sorrow, the dust of toil. The prophet said, “Do not fear, The God who made the stars is here.” She gave the little she could save, And found new life beyond the grave. Pre-Chorus When all I see says it is over, When all I count comes up small, There is a promise greater than numbers, A hand that is holding it all. Chorus The jar stayed full, The oil still flowed, Mercy walked the desert road. The kingdoms rise, The towers fall, But faith like a mustard seed outlives them all. We are the salt, We are the light, Not by our power, But by His might. Verse 2 At Babel’s height they raised their stone, To build a glory of their own, But pride ascends before the fall, And no empire outlives it all. Yet David came with empty hands, Deborah sang across the land, The stars fought on, the giants fell, And heaven’s story broke the spell. Pre-Chorus The world says gather and keep it, The cross says give and be free, The world says trust what is counted, The Lord says trust only Me. Chorus The jar stayed full, The oil still flowed, Mercy walked the desert road. The kingdoms rise, The towers fall, But faith like a mustard seed outlives them all. We are the salt, We are the light, Not by our power, But by His might. Bridge Pharaoh faded, Babylon fell, Rome became an echo history can tell. The Beast may roar, The proud may reign, But truth survives the passing age. The dry bones stand, The Spirit breathes, The scattered hear in every tongue. The Lamb still reigns, The Cross still speaks, And love remains when all is done. Final Chorus The jar stays full, The oil still flows, Through every valley the faithful know: The Lord provides, The Lord restores, He opens graves and broken doors. We are the salt, We are the light, A city shining through the night. For the glory of the Father, For the honor of the Son, The story ends in mercy, And the Kingdom still comes. Outro The brook may dry, The towers may fall, But agápē outlives them all.