You say that you're following Jesus
But I don't think you know what it means '
cause all I can see is
you with your dreams saying,
"Jesus, won't you come follow me?"
He gave you His life He gave you His Spirit
He gave so that you could give too
He said, "Follow me! There's work to be done"
and "the workers have always been few."
You say that you're following Jesus
So follow and no looking back.
Hand to the plough
I'm tired of your talking
there's no time to lose;
are you trying to hide?
There's wind in the sails
But you're still in the harbour
While the millions are drowning outside.
You say that you're following Jesus
But you're giving me reason to doubt
You pray, "0 Lord bring in the
blind and the lost!"
But you never pray, "Lord send me out!"
The harvest is plenty
but the workers are few
And the reason could
be that the worker is you
So test all your dreams
Your goals and ambitions
Do you really believe that the gospel is true?
Hand to the plough
I'm tired of your talking
there's no time to lose;
are you trying to hide?
There's wind in the sails
But you're still in the harbour
While the millions are
drowning outside. (twice)
Imagine you're a doctor
sent away to the war
Sent by the General to tend to the
poor wounded soldiers
in the battle out there
But all you ever did there
was treat your own wounds
care for your comforts
never leaving the room to go out
to the battle outside
Hand to the plough
I'm tired of your talking
there's no time to lose;
are you trying to hide?
There's wind in the sails
But you're still in the harbour
While the millions are drowning outside.
You say you're alive
but I don't see you living
you say you're a servant
But I've never seen you serve.
O where are the faithful;
the Lord's precious few?
O where are the workers?
Does anybody know?
Words and Music by Matthew Jacoby
But I don't think you know what it means '
cause all I can see is
you with your dreams saying,
"Jesus, won't you come follow me?"
He gave you His life He gave you His Spirit
He gave so that you could give too
He said, "Follow me! There's work to be done"
and "the workers have always been few."
You say that you're following Jesus
So follow and no looking back.
Hand to the plough
I'm tired of your talking
there's no time to lose;
are you trying to hide?
There's wind in the sails
But you're still in the harbour
While the millions are drowning outside.
You say that you're following Jesus
But you're giving me reason to doubt
You pray, "0 Lord bring in the
blind and the lost!"
But you never pray, "Lord send me out!"
The harvest is plenty
but the workers are few
And the reason could
be that the worker is you
So test all your dreams
Your goals and ambitions
Do you really believe that the gospel is true?
Hand to the plough
I'm tired of your talking
there's no time to lose;
are you trying to hide?
There's wind in the sails
But you're still in the harbour
While the millions are
drowning outside. (twice)
Imagine you're a doctor
sent away to the war
Sent by the General to tend to the
poor wounded soldiers
in the battle out there
But all you ever did there
was treat your own wounds
care for your comforts
never leaving the room to go out
to the battle outside
Hand to the plough
I'm tired of your talking
there's no time to lose;
are you trying to hide?
There's wind in the sails
But you're still in the harbour
While the millions are drowning outside.
You say you're alive
but I don't see you living
you say you're a servant
But I've never seen you serve.
O where are the faithful;
the Lord's precious few?
O where are the workers?
Does anybody know?
Words and Music by Matthew Jacoby