Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Matthew 13:30
Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn.
In the field by the wayside
Grow the wheat and tares together,
And they both in the sunlight
Now appear so fair to see;
But the harvest is coming
When together they’ll be gathered,
And the separation day then shall be.
What then shall be your harvest,
When the dreadful day you see?
Will you with the wicked stand,
Or appear at His right hand?
When the saints are meeting there,
What a greeting in the air,
Will you with the righteous be?
Satan came while the keeper
Was asleep and sown with malice
Far and wide in the fallow
Ground he scattered seeds of sin;
The remorse now of conscience
Maybe fills your restless spirit,
And the dreaded days of harvest begin.
In the field of your heart is
Plenty fallow ground, my brother,
And the seed of the Word
Abundant falleth there tonight;
Will you cherish and nourish
It and give it place of welcome?
Will you take your stand
For God and for right?
Will you let Him uproot the
Thorns and briars that encumber?
Let Him plant in your heart His
Precious image there instead?
Will you find o’er the thousand
Fold it pays you without number
When the sheaves of time
Have been harvested?