Till the Land Lyrics

I used to think we had all the time we need
To plow the field and to plant the seed.
But, now I realize the darkened skies
say night is stealing on.
But, while we wait, it's growing late and day is gone.
Chorus:
Say not, "Tomorrow, I'll hold to the plow."
There's no time to borrow, it's summer now.
The helpless millions reach out for Mercy's Hand,
While God's still searching for someone to till the land.
So many die never knowing why He came;
Like falling grain, and we're all to blame.
But in His nail-scarred hand,
there's a detour land of abundant yield;
And it'sneeds for you to join the few and work the field.

Chorus:
Say not, "Tomorrow, I'll hold to the plow."
There's no time to borrow, it's summer now.
The helpless millions reach out for Mercy's Hand,
While God's still searching for someone to till the land.
Yes, God's still searching for someone to till the land.