04/10/2025
There is peace and contentment in my Father's house today,
Lots of food on His table and no one turned away.
There is singing and laughter as the hours pass by,
But a hush calms the singing as the Father sadly cries,
My house is full, but my field is empty,
Who will go and work for Me today.
It seems my children(all)want to stay around my table,
But no one wants to work(in)my fields,
No one wants to work(in)my fields.
Push away from the table.
Look out through the windowpane,
Just beyond the house of plenty
Lies a field of golden grain.
And it's ripe(white)unto harvest,(oh)
But the reapers, where are WE?
(There)In the house,
Oh, can't the children hear
the Father sadly say,
Who will go and work in my fields?
