Finding Will

Intro

There’s a field under heaven,

Where the good and the false grow side by side.

You can’t always tell at first glance,

What’s living clean, and what just hides.

Verse 1

My daddy worked land from sunup on,

Said not every green thing means it’s strong.

Some roots go deep in holy rain,

Some look the same, but they feed on pain.

Pre-Chorus

And he’d say, “Boy, don’t reach too soon,

The harvest comes in its own tune.

What’s true will stand, what’s false will fall,

The Lord sees the root of it all.”

Chorus

Let the wheat grow tall,

Let the tares stand near.

There’s a reckoning coming,

And the Judge is near.

I may not know

What every heart has sown,

But the Lord of the harvest

Knows His own.

Verse 2

I’ve seen good men bent by a crooked life,

Seen proud mouths sharpen truth like a knife.

The same old field gets rain and sun,

But only the faithful bear the bread it won.

Pre-Chorus

So I’ll keep my hands out of the flame,

Trust the seed and trust the Name.

What grows in darkness won’t stay long,

When the morning calls the weak and strong.

Chorus

Let the wheat grow tall,

Let the tares stand near.

There’s a reckoning coming,

And the Judge is near.

I may not know

What every heart has sown,

But the Lord of the harvest

Knows His own.

Bridge

One day the sickle will sing,

One day the truth will rise.

Every hidden thing revealed

In the Father’s eyes.

So I’ll live like I belong

To that blessed line of grain,

Rooted deep in mercy,

Washed clean by the rain.

Final Chorus

Let the wheat grow tall,

Let the tares stand near.

There’s a reckoning coming,

And the Judge is near.

I may not know

What every heart has sown,

But the Lord of the harvest

Knows His own.

Yes, the Lord of the harvest

Knows His own.