White Fields
Child, how long will you wait for me
To come and set you free
From all of your suffering
I, I know what I have to do
To come and rescue you
Oh Jesus, please help me
Years spent fighting down on my knees
Now God's called me to my feet
And sent me your way
Old familiar words echoing
Inside my heart again
Trust and obey
White fields under a sky so blue
The harvest is ready
But the workers are few
White fields, and I hear you calling me
You're calling me out to reap
This harvest so ready
Child, it's a new day again
And you're still wondering
When will salvation come
Oh God, don't let me leave her this way
Oh no not one more day
Without your love
White fields under a sky so blue
The harvest is ready
But the workers are few
White fields, and I hear you calling me
You're calling me out to reap
This harvest so ready
White field hidden among the trees
I see her standing there
Her hair flowing in the breeze
And I see as I look into her eyes
Inside that little child
She's crying save me please save me
White fields under a sky so blue
The harvest is ready
But the workers are few
White fields, and I hear you calling me
You're calling me out to reap
This harvest so ready
White fields under a sky so blue
The harvest is ready
But the workers are few
White fields, and I hear you calling me
You're calling me out to reap
This harvest so ready
White fields under a sky so blue
The harvest is ready
Oh make me ready too
To come and set you free
From all of your suffering
I, I know what I have to do
To come and rescue you
Oh Jesus, please help me
Years spent fighting down on my knees
Now God's called me to my feet
And sent me your way
Old familiar words echoing
Inside my heart again
Trust and obey
White fields under a sky so blue
The harvest is ready
But the workers are few
White fields, and I hear you calling me
You're calling me out to reap
This harvest so ready
Child, it's a new day again
And you're still wondering
When will salvation come
Oh God, don't let me leave her this way
Oh no not one more day
Without your love
White fields under a sky so blue
The harvest is ready
But the workers are few
White fields, and I hear you calling me
You're calling me out to reap
This harvest so ready
White field hidden among the trees
I see her standing there
Her hair flowing in the breeze
And I see as I look into her eyes
Inside that little child
She's crying save me please save me
White fields under a sky so blue
The harvest is ready
But the workers are few
White fields, and I hear you calling me
You're calling me out to reap
This harvest so ready
White fields under a sky so blue
The harvest is ready
But the workers are few
White fields, and I hear you calling me
You're calling me out to reap
This harvest so ready
White fields under a sky so blue
The harvest is ready
Oh make me ready too
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Writer(s): Peyton Corser
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