Lord of the Harvest
I am just soil in your hands
Yours the field
Yours is the land
And you tend my heart tenderly
Lord of the Harvest
I am just hosting the seed
I drink Living Water, your Spirit in me
Yet I hear you calling me into the harvest
So I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me
I am just hosting the seed
Abiding in you as you dwell in me
Yet I hear you calling me
Into the fields with you
I want to see your fruit
Growing up in me growing from you
You're good-this I taste and see
Lord of the Harvest Bear your fruit in me
And I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me
Yours are the seasons
Yours are the rains
Yours is the power
Yours is the fame
Yours are the seasons
Yours are the rains
Yours is the power
Yours is the fame
Yours are the seasons
Yours are the rains
Yours is the power
Yours is the fame
Now I have died and it's your life in me
Bearing the fruit; spreading the seed
Help me be your hands and feet
Before the Harvest
You are the Lord of this land
These fields are your treasure
We are your prize
And you lift me up to see the world through your eyes
And I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me
And I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me
Yours the field
Yours is the land
And you tend my heart tenderly
Lord of the Harvest
I am just hosting the seed
I drink Living Water, your Spirit in me
Yet I hear you calling me into the harvest
So I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me
I am just hosting the seed
Abiding in you as you dwell in me
Yet I hear you calling me
Into the fields with you
I want to see your fruit
Growing up in me growing from you
You're good-this I taste and see
Lord of the Harvest Bear your fruit in me
And I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me
Yours are the seasons
Yours are the rains
Yours is the power
Yours is the fame
Yours are the seasons
Yours are the rains
Yours is the power
Yours is the fame
Yours are the seasons
Yours are the rains
Yours is the power
Yours is the fame
Now I have died and it's your life in me
Bearing the fruit; spreading the seed
Help me be your hands and feet
Before the Harvest
You are the Lord of this land
These fields are your treasure
We are your prize
And you lift me up to see the world through your eyes
And I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me
And I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me
Credits
Writer(s): Katherine Morehouse
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