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 passed 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.
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.
We must go now!
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 shear?
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 sun goes down on us.
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 tilting 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 shear?
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.
"The harvest is plenty, the workers are few!"
