Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In the field, the wheat grows tall,
But the tares are mixed, they stand to fall.
The enemy sowed them in the night,
Now they wait for the harvest light.
[Chorus]
Wicked tares, you’ll be bound and burned,
In the fire, your fate is learned.
The righteous shine, the wicked fall,
At the end, He’ll judge us all.
[Verse 2]
The reapers come with angels’ might,
To separate the dark from light.
The tares are gathered, cast away,
Into the furnace, there to stay.
[Chorus]
Wicked tares, you’ll be bound and burned,
In the fire, your fate is learned.
The righteous shine, the wicked fall,
At the end, He’ll judge us all.
[Big Finish]
The harvest comes, the time is near,
The wicked tares will disappear.