Wheat and the Tares Verse 1 The Son of Man walked through the field, With holy hands the seed revealed. Good grain was planted by His grace, His chosen people in their place. But while the world lay fast asleep, The serpent came with lies to keep. He sowed his weeds among the grain, A counterfeit that looked the same. Pre-Chorus The servants cried, "We'll pull them now!" The Master answered, "Not somehow. Wait for the day My justice calls; The harvest comes when evening falls." Chorus Let the wheat and tares grow side by side, Till the King returns in power and might. He knows His own, He'll never lose The souls He bought, the ones He'll choose. The Judge of all will separate, No heart escapes the final weight. The wheat will shine like heaven's sun, The tares will face the Holy One. So trust the Lord who rules the years— He's working through the wheat and tares. Verse 2 The weeds looked just like living grain, Their roots ran deep, their leaves the same. Not every voice that speaks His name Has bowed before the spotless Lamb. The Lord alone can see the heart; He knows the end from every start. No hidden soul escapes His gaze, He numbers all His chosen saints. Pre-Chorus His mercy waits, His purpose stands, Redemption held in sovereign hands. No sheep forgotten, none misplaced; Each one secured by saving grace. Chorus Let the wheat and tares grow side by side, Till the King returns in power and might. He knows His own, He'll never lose The souls He bought, the ones He'll choose. The Judge of all will separate, No heart escapes the final weight. The wheat will shine like heaven's sun, The tares will face the Holy One. So trust the Lord who rules the years— He's working through the wheat and tares. Bridge History moves by His decree; The cross secured our victory. No plan of Satan overthrows The sovereign hand that mercy knows. The harvest waits by Heaven's clock; His covenant is standing rock. The angels come at His command, To gather wheat from every land. Final Chorus Let the wheat and tares grow side by side, Until the skies are split worldwide. The King descends, the trumpet sounds, His glory shakes the nations' ground. The weeds are burned, the curse is gone; The righteous rise with Christ alone. Forever bright His saints will blaze, A kingdom built on sovereign grace. All glory to the Father's plan, The Spirit's work, the spotless Lamb. Outro He who has ears, now hear the King. The harvest comes—our voices sing. The wheat is safe within His hand; Forever in His promised land.
