Reward Don’t Mean Blessing

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(Verse 1)
The furrow’s plowed in dusty earth
To bring a hollow thing to birth
The wheel it turns by nature’s hand
To spread a seed across the land
The fruit is heavy on the vine
But do not call the juice a wine
A wage is earned, a debt is paid
Within the garden man hath made.
(Chorus)
It’s a reward, it’s a heritage
Written on a bitter page
The quiver’s full, the arrows keen
To serve a master never seen
But don't you call it blessed and fair
When grace was never resting there.
(Verse 2)
Through craft and guile the snare was set
To catch a soul within the net
And now the house is filled with sound
Where quiet peace is never found
A fool is begat to his own grief
A heritage that brings no relief
The mother sighs, the father mourns
For harvesting a crop of thorns.
(Verse 3)
You line them up in matching names
To play your cold and hollow games
A row of stones to build your wall
Until the weight shall make it fall
You suck the marrow from the bone
To sit upon a selfish throne
And while you claim a house of pride
The spirit withers deep inside.
(Chorus)
It’s a reward, it’s a heritage
Written on a bitter page
The quiver’s full, the arrows keen
To serve a master never seen
But don't you call it blessed and fair
When grace was never resting there.
(Verse 4)
You lay them on the altar fire
To feed the coals of your desire
You think the storehouse will not break
With every soul you choose to take
But God shall give you more and more
Until it bursts the cellar door
A harvest that you cannot bind
For leaving love and truth behind.
(Bridge)
The sun it shines on the unjust man
By the turning of the ancient plan
But the favor of the Lord is thin
When the payout is the wage of sin
The womb is opened, the debt is cast
And every man must reap at last.
(Chorus)
It’s a reward, it’s a heritage
Written on a bitter page
The quiver’s full, the arrows keen
To serve a master never seen
But don't you call it blessed and fair
When grace was never resting there.
(Outro)
Lo, the reward is come.
Lo, the heritage is paid.
But the blessing is not there.
No, the blessing is not there.

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(Verse 1) The furrow’s plowed in dusty earth To bring a hollow thing to birth The wheel it turns by nature’s hand To spread a seed across the land The fruit is heavy on the vine But do not call the juice a wine A wage is earned, a debt is paid Within the garden man hath made. (Chorus) It’s a reward, it’s a heritage Written on a bitter page The quiver’s full, the arrows keen To serve a master never seen But don't you call it blessed and fair When grace was never resting there. (Verse 2) Through craft and guile the snare was set To catch a soul within the net And now the house is filled with sound Where quiet peace is never found A fool is begat to his own grief A heritage that brings no relief The mother sighs, the father mourns For harvesting a crop of thorns. (Verse 3) You line them up in matching names To play your cold and hollow games A row of stones to build your wall Until the weight shall make it fall You suck the marrow from the bone To sit upon a selfish throne And while you claim a house of pride The spirit withers deep inside. (Chorus) It’s a reward, it’s a heritage Written on a bitter page The quiver’s full, the arrows keen To serve a master never seen But don't you call it blessed and fair When grace was never resting there. (Verse 4) You lay them on the altar fire To feed the coals of your desire You think the storehouse will not break With every soul you choose to take But God shall give you more and more Until it bursts the cellar door A harvest that you cannot bind For leaving love and truth behind. (Bridge) The sun it shines on the unjust man By the turning of the ancient plan But the favor of the Lord is thin When the payout is the wage of sin The womb is opened, the debt is cast And every man must reap at last. (Chorus) It’s a reward, it’s a heritage Written on a bitter page The quiver’s full, the arrows keen To serve a master never seen But don't you call it blessed and fair When grace was never resting there. (Outro) Lo, the reward is come. Lo, the heritage is paid. But the blessing is not there. No, the blessing is not there.

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