Testo di 'The Harvest' di Shachah

Let's get it started you see the harvest is plentiful but the laborers are few let me get them first

My God's not mocked young brother don't be deceived what a man sows that he is sure to reap either flesh to death or eternal seed now reflect on that till it's down and deep crown the King and just put down the things that have gone so far they are now between you and the Creator truth sooner or later proves itself fully no time to wait I've bee praying it hits you bringing it into a form that you know and I'm making attempts to get you to dig down way down low and let the Lord penetrate now to your soul it's beautiful in times where they could care less we press hard for the cause and it could mean death would be blessed to confess my last breath was representing the One and I'm not done yet

Reap Sew that harvest and get that fire started reap sew that harvest and let it grow (Reaping what we sew and unto death we go plant your roots in truth and let that life grow)

To the ones at work go forth in a world that's so gone they don't even know what's right from what's wrong it's not bright but the dark before dawn and really not quite that nice but hold on it gets better far beyond measure not for this life but a storeroom of treasure is waiting on the other side for the faithful ones that trust in the Son and remain true to ones given two another one seven we sew seeds of truth and reap life from them let them grow to the light and invite others till the field gets ripe and the life doubles till then we continue to proceed cultivate lives go scatter and pour seed take the seven you were given to fourteen because any time now He will arrive on the work scene