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Fields of the Harvest
J. Weaver, D. Sherman, A. Smith, Rarely Herd Music BMI
How can they hear unless it is spoken
How can they see, until their eyes are open
We can plant the seeds that feed a weary soul
Until the fields of the harvest, are white as snow
People pass us by with tired and empty faces
searching for truth in all the wrong places
no one to turn too, in times of desperation
who will show God's love to them
we need to show God's love to them...
over and over
How can they hear unless it is spoken
How can they see, until their eyes are open
We can plant the seeds that feed a weary soul
Until the fields of the harvest, are white as snow
Take a look outside, see the harvest grow
for the fields of life, are white as snow
How can they hear, how can they see
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