[Verse] In a field where seeds are sown Another's hands have tilled and sown Weeds arise among the wheat Troubled hearts await defeat [Chorus] But the reapers know They'll sort it out Good from bad Without a doubt Wheat to gather Weeds to burn In the end they will discern [Verse 2] Harvest comes A fateful day What is true will find its way In the fire Or in the barn Each to safety or to harm [Chorus] But the reapers know They'll sort it out Good from bad Without a doubt Wheat to gather Weeds to burn In the end they will discern [Bridge] Lessons taught in metaphors Truth lies sung in simple scores Open eyes and hearts to see What this parable could be [Verse 3] Watch and wait The time grows near Tend your field God's way so clear Wheat and weeds stand side by side In the end God will divide
