Grace, Like Rain

On desert days, I know my need;

I lift my hands up high.

God’s grace, like rain, pours down on me,

Revives me when I’m dry.

But every day I need His grace;

Like rain, it cleanses me.

Grace gave me life—sustains it still;

This gift of God is free.

God’s grace, like rain, produces fruit,

     And this is what I bring;

A token of my thanks and love,

 I offer to my King.