Harvest by Shakhan Lyrics

Christian fellow rise from your bed
Scrape off the mould that's growing on your head
Lift 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