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Salt of the Earth
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This is a 7-Day Devotional & Group Study for the song "Salt of the Earth" by Dirt Road Gospel Music. It explores themes of faithful stewardship, being salt and light in the world, overcoming cynicism, and embracing one's calling, drawing primarily from Matthew 5, with additional insights from 1 Corinthians 4, Galatians 6, James 2, Jeremiah 29, Esther 4, and 2 Timothy 1.
"Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted?"
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Salt of the Earth Dirt Road Gospel Music DirtRoadGospelMusic.com [Verse 1] Grandpa wore his Sunday boots on a Tuesday in the fall Parked his Ford at the fire station, took his place along the wall Held that ballot like a hymnal, said, "Son, listen here to me — Good men bled to buy this paper, don't you leave it in the seat" [Chorus] You're the salt of the earth — don't you lose your taste You're a light on a hill — ain't no hiding place A lamp does no good under a basket in the hay Don't bury the light — carry it all the way Stand up and be counted come election day [Verse 2] Fella down at Earl's this morning said, "They're all the same to me I quit voting back in '08, let the chips fall where they be" But salt stays in the shaker, it won't season any bread And a lamp under a basket might as well be dead [Chorus] You're the salt of the earth — don't you lose your taste You're a light on a hill — ain't no hiding place A lamp does no good under a basket in the hay Don't bury the light — carry it all the way Stand up and be counted come election day [Bridge] "You are the salt of the earth — but if the salt has lost its savor, what is it good for anymore? You are the light of the world — a city set on a hill cannot be hid" And who knows, child of God… maybe you were born for such a time as this [Final Chorus] We're the salt of the earth — we won't lose our taste We're a light on a hill — ain't no hiding place A lamp does no good under a basket in the hay Don't bury the light — carry it all the way Stand up and be counted come election day [Outro] Grandpa's boots are by the back door… And it's a Tuesday in the fall