Reborn…a birth that comes through water
The fallen of the garden is drowning in the water…
The water…the water…I wait for you to carry me…
Wake to the work in the fields…harvest has come…
The sun is setting on the hill… day is soon done…
Newborn through brokenness and calling
On hand and knees we’re crawling…the Father’s Voice is calling you…
Wake to the work in the fields…harvest has come…
The sun is setting on the hill…day is soon done…
The servants at work by the will of He who returns…
Make to the work in the fields…harvest has come…
I wait for you to carry me…two by two…
I wait for you to carry me…
Wake to the work in the fields…harvest has come
The sun is setting on the hill…day is soon done…
The servants at work by the will of He who returns…
Wake to the work in the fields…harvest has come…