Verse 1 You shall not muzzle the mouth of the ox That treads out the corn in the field of God Does the Ineffable care for the oxen? Or was this written for us, who plow and sow? The plowman plows in hope, the threshman beats the grain We’ve sown to you the spirit’s song, yet reaping carnal pain When I was hungry, I looked around — And you were gone, nowhere to be found Pre-Chorus Still I pressed on, though I had the right To take the harvest from the field of light But I bore the weight, I held the line That nothing would hinder this gospel divine Chorus Bring your offering to the altar You are the temple — burning bright Those who serve should live from holy things As the Lord ordained from the start of time Do not hoard what heaven has given Let your gold not rust in vain For the fire will testify And your wealth shall speak your name Verse 2 They who minister at the altar share its flame The threshman breaks the husk, the plowman carves the plain If we have sown to you the things unseen Is it a great thing to reap the temporal glean? Yet I took no silver, no earthly due I carried the burden, I stayed true For the sake of the message, the holy call I bore the silence, I gave my all Pre-Chorus Still I pressed on, though I had the right To take the harvest from the field of light But I bore the weight, I held the line That nothing would hinder this gospel divine Chorus Bring your offering to the altar You are the temple — burning bright Those who serve should live from holy things As the Lord ordained from the start of time Do not hoard what heaven has given Let your gold not rust in vain For the fire will testify And your wealth shall speak your name Bridge (Spoken / Prophetic) Your gold and silver are corroded… Their corrosion will testify against you. They’ll eat your flesh like fire. You’ve hoarded wealth in the last days — While the ox treads the grain with an empty mouth, While the plowman looks to heaven for rain. Even so, the Lord has ordained: Those who preach the gospel… shall live by the gospel. Final Chorus (Powerful, Climactic) Bring your offering to the altar You are the temple — burning bright Honor the hands that sow the seed For the laborer is worthy in God’s sight Let the threshman taste the harvest Let the plowman drink of rain For the fire will testify And your wealth shall speak your name Outro (Soft) You shall not muzzle the ox… That treads out the corn. The field belongs to God. The harvest is His. >>>> “Not to hinder this Gospel divine — I’ve chosen not to demand, but to serve. If you would support me and my family, let it be through shared labor: How can I serve you in your business? Let us plow together in hope and reap together in grace. Visit HubHubGo.com — and let’s build the harvest side by side.” https://all-in-one.hubhubgo.com/gohighlevel
