Wolves At The Gate - The Harvest lyrics

The valley is wide and the canyons are deep For a harvest is ready of that which to reap Many before grabbed a sickle to shear But their days have past and your time is near So listen to me And heed my words see The world will tell you That we are foolish My words are not of simple flesh and blood My words are not of simple flesh and blood There is a famine of truth and love So we must press forward, forget what's behind But still we must go and advance His Word But still we must go We must go now! We must go now! No looking back we press on No looking back we press on to the kingdom of God Have our hands worked the fields for Your glory? Or have our tongues spoken of Your story? Have our feet seen the pain in the labor? Or have we wandered off and wavered? Racing the clock with our selfish involvement Pacing our walk till the sun falls, the day's spent Have the stalks seen the blade of your sheer? And will you labor and work for your rest, rest is near? If only I can see things through Your eyes Ignite in me a burning flame Forsaken life I count it as loss for the sake of the cross Before the sun goes down Before the coming of night One will have I, and testament I will observe One will have I, and testament I will I will serve Have our hearts felt the anguish of toil? Or worked the ground tiling broken soil? Have our eyes seen the joy in the reaping? Or have we shied from our work with our sleeping? Racing the clock with our selfish involvement Pacing our walk till the sun falls, the day's spent Have the stalks seen the blade of your sheer? And will you labor and work for your rest, rest is near? If only I can see things through Your eyes Ignite in me a burning flame Forsaken life I count it as loss for the sake of the cross Before the sun goes down My family as one unite The time is ever nearing as we're losing daylight So listen to me and heed my words see The world will tell you that we are foolish Hear you now the Master's voice it calls Hear you now the Master's voice it calls "The harvest is plenty, the workers are few!"