The Sower sows the good seed
It comes from the man at Galilee
Sometimes it falls on the stony ground
As the sweat pours from his brow

The thorn wrestles the true vine
And tries to choke away this new life
The birds of the air swoop down
To steal the seed from the fertile ground

It drags you on to an early grave
It steals your precious soul
The tears of the Father fall
As we slip ourselves away

The seed takes root in His love
His word shall heal your broken soul
He who has ears let em hear
The words which were spoken long before

The time for reaping is now
The separation has begun
The tares are stripped away
Tossed in the burning flame