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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