WHEAT IN THE WIND [Intro — three wooden knocks, low wind, close-mic raspy voice] Lantern Keepers—gather close. When the sky gets loud, let truth be the thing we hold. [Verse 1] They say the sun is sending signals, they say the old fields start to sway; They speak of portals in the silence, of veils that thin and worlds that change. I hear the thunder, feel the questions, see every headline catch a flame— But I won’t call a claim a promise just because it wears a holy name. [Pre-Chorus] Test every spirit, weigh every word, hold to the good when the storm winds turn. If truth can stand in the open light, it won’t need fear to make it right. [Chorus] Let the wheat stand tall in the wind, let the empty husks scatter and spin. I won’t sort souls by strength or pain; God knows the heart beneath the rain. When the sky shifts colors, when the ground feels strange, I’ll keep my lamp lit through the change. No soul is chaff in the hands of the Lord— We walk through the fire, held by His word. [Verse 2] The Earth has rhythms, the heavens burn, the sun sends storms we cannot command. But fear can dress itself as wisdom and draw a map across the sand. So give me courage to stay tender, give me a mind that checks the signs; Let mercy be the mark that guides us, let love be stronger than the noise. [Pre-Chorus] Test every spirit, weigh every word, hold to the good when the storm winds turn. If truth can stand in the open light, it won’t need fear to make it right. [Chorus] Let the wheat stand tall in the wind, let the empty husks scatter and spin. I won’t sort souls by strength or pain; God knows the heart beneath the rain. When the sky shifts colors, when the ground feels strange, I’ll keep my lamp lit through the change. No soul is chaff in the hands of the Lord— We walk through the fire, held by His word. [Bridge — drums drop to heartbeat and handclaps] If the field is shaken, let compassion rise. If the signal’s clouded, keep the truth in sight. Not every warning is a prophecy; not every mystery explains what we see. The Lord is our refuge, steady and near— We don’t have to turn our questions into fear. [Final Chorus — full drums, gang vocals] Let the wheat stand tall in the wind, let the empty husks scatter and spin. I won’t sort souls by strength or pain; God knows the heart beneath the rain. When the sky shifts colors, when the ground feels strange, we’ll keep our lamps lit through the change. No soul is chaff in the hands of the Lord— Trailblazers walk on, held by His word. [Outro — flute over fading frame drum] Truth in the light. Mercy in the field. Yeshua, keep us steady.
