As the first light cuts the horizon, the reapers move across the field. Judgment and harvest arrive together, and no soul remains hidden.
Lyrics
[Intro]
Ooh, hear the call, hear the call
Judgment comes, the harvest falls
[Verse 1]
Seeds of darkness, sown by night
Devil’s tares obscure the light
Angels wait, the end is near
Reapers come, the truth is clear
[Pre-Chorus]
Son of Man will send His own
Gather tares where sin has grown
Fire awaits where justice reigns
Wailing hearts in bitter chains
[Chorus]
Righteous shine like the sun on high
In the Father’s Kingdom, truth won’t die
Ears to hear, let the call resound
Harvest comes, His glory’s found
[Verse 2]
Tares are bound, the fire consumes
Iniquity falls in judgment’s doom
Angels sweep through fields of time
Lifting souls where grace will shine
[Pre-Chorus]
Son of Man will send His own
Gather tares where sin has grown
Fire awaits where justice reigns
Wailing hearts in bitter chains
[Chorus]
Righteous shine like the sun on high
In the Father’s Kingdom, truth won’t die
Ears to hear, let the call resound
Harvest comes, His glory’s found
[Bridge]
Ooh, hear the truth, see the flame
Christ’s own judgment calls by name
Ooh, rise in hope, hearts made pure
Righteous shine, His light endures
[Chorus]
Righteous shine like the sun on high
In the Father’s Kingdom, truth won’t die
Ears to hear, let the call resound
Harvest comes, His glory’s found
[Outro]
Ooh, hear the call, hear the call
Righteous rise, forevermore
Song Meaning
You stand knee-deep in the golden fields as twilight deepens and the wind carries the scent of coming fire. Seeds of darkness, sown by night, have twisted their way among the wheat. Devil’s tares obscure the true light, growing bold and tall where they do not belong. Angels stand watch on the ridges. The reapers draw near.
The Son of Man sends His own into the fields of time. They move with purpose, blades flashing. First the tares are bound — iniquity gathered where sin has taken root. Then the fire is kindled on the edge of the world. Justice reigns. Wailing hearts are left in chains as the flames rise. The harvest is upon us.
Yet the wheat is not abandoned to the fire. Angels sweep through the rows and lift you where grace will shine. The dawn breaks across the horizon. You rise with the righteous, shining like the sun on high in the Father’s Kingdom. Truth will not die. Hearts made pure by mercy, called by name, rise in hope as His light endures forever.
Hear the call. The reapers have come. The tares fall. The righteous shine — forevermore.