Millions of souls are dying
while we look the other way;
going to an eternal hell
each and every day.

We pray with our lips
instead of our heart;
Our words fall silent
before they even start.

When will we learn
to pay the demanded toll?
What will we sacrifice
to win our neighbor's soul? Revival comes with aching knees
and hearts eager to serve;
Will we go the distance?
Do we have the nerve? Stand with me; begin today
to gather and harvest the wheat;
Our reward in heaven will be
the multiple souls we meet.

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