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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!»

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