Weeds in the Wheat by Dutch Connors. Music that speaks hard truths.

Описание: This song is based on Matthew 13

He walked the field at dawn with a bag of seed
Scattered wide, no favorites, just let it bleed
Some hit the path, birds came like thieves in the night
Snatched it clean before it saw the light Rocky ground took it quick, green and full of fire
But the sun rose cruel, no roots to hold the wire
Thorns crept in slow, choked the life away
Only a handful made it—hundred, sixty, thirty—through the fray

He who has ears, let him hear the wind
Kingdom's coming quiet, but the end's built in
Weeds among the wheat, growing side by side
Harvest gonna separate, no place to hide
Fiery furnace waiting, weeping, gnashing teeth
Righteous shine like sun, the rest go underneath

Man sowed good wheat while the world was asleep
Enemy slipped in, sowed poison deep
Darnel rose up, looked just the same
Servants said, “Pull it now?” Master said, “Wait—don't blame” Let 'em tangle, let 'em grow tall
Harvest angels come, they'll know 'em all
Bundle the weeds, bind 'em tight for the flame
Wheat to the barn, the rest to the blame

He who has ears, let him hear the call
Devil's seed is sprouting, but it won't stand tall
Weeds among the wheat, roots running wild
End of the age, separation styled
Fiery furnace roaring, tears and grinding pain
Righteous shine like sun, the chaff goes up in flame

Net thrown wide in the sea, hauled in every kind
Good fish kept, the bad left behind
Angels sort 'em out when the age is done
No appeal, no mercy, the fire's begun

Some found treasure buried, sold it all in a rush
Pearl worth the world, gave up the dust
But most keep walking past, eyes on the thorns
Hearts too hard, ears too worn

He who has ears, better listen close
Kingdom's here but the reaper's ghost
Weeds and wheat, tangled till the knife
Weeping and gnashing, end of life
Fiery furnace calls your name tonight
Righteous shine like sun... the rest burn out of sight