Shakhan - Harvest lyrics

Christian fellow rise from your bed Scrape off the mould that's growing on your head Life your quaking, aching small frame and stand Out there, there is a harvest field of man Tip toe and look through the windows In the four walls you build around yourself Time to take down the gloves from off your shelf? Speak now about the Lord you'll meet There in the sky the sun slowly sets Like a stone down into the quick sand Out there, there is a harvest field of man Heal that divided tongue oh Lord And that split that needs healing on their tongue Help them say you the Lord the G-d that's one Our dear Master pays overtime Yes, its worth you crossing over the line There's a great big crop out there in the land Out there, there is a harvest field of man Time to take the sickle in hand Oh my friends don't be shy I see a destroying storm pushing through the sky