Look outside your window into the harvest fields.
There are souls ready to be harvested, but our workers will not yield.
Who will stand in judgment and give account for souls
that would have accepted Jesus if they had only just been told.
Speaking out for Jesus is a rare but glorious thing.
For when we enter into the Kingdom we will hear the songs they sing.
Someone reached out and touched me and set my feet on Holy ground.
We might hear amazing grace, once was lost but now I’m found.
Some will sing I’m glad you gave, so I could be set free.
Others may give a cup of water, all in Jesus name.
So, when you give the word of God, the most blessed words of all.
My child you gave the precious gift of God, the most precious gift of all.
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