| Till The Land 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, And 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's calling 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, And God's still searching for someone to till the land. Yes, God's still searching for someone to till the land. Ronnie Hinson |