Beloved - Lord of the Harvest Lyrics

I am just soil in your hands
Yours the field
Yours is the land
And you tend my heart tenderly
Lord of the Harvest
I am just hosting the seed
I drink Living Water, your Spirit in me
Yet I hear you calling me into the harvest

So I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me

I am just hosting the seed
Abiding in you as you dwell in me
Yet I hear you calling me
Into the fields with you
I want to see your fruit
Growing up in me growing from you
You're good-this I taste and see
Lord of the Harvest Bear your fruit in me

And I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me

Yours are the seasons
Yours are the rains
Yours is the power
Yours is the fame

Yours are the seasons
Yours are the rains
Yours is the power
Yours is the fame

Yours are the seasons
Yours are the rains
Yours is the power
Yours is the fame

Now I have died and it's your life in me
Bearing the fruit; spreading the seed
Help me be your hands and feet
Before the Harvest

You are the Lord of this land
These fields are your treasure
We are your prize
And you lift me up to see the world through your eyes

And I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me
And I'll work the fields wherever you lead
I will sow truth as you tell me to speak
And I will say yes to all you ask of me