Weed & wheat

 We’ve grown up together 

Our lives have been entwined 

We’ve worked & played, seen good & bad times too

At end of day don’t want to say 

A long farewell to you 

It’s nice in the barn 

It’s hot in the fire 

I know where I wanna be 

Decisions on earth, new minds, new birth

Both lead to the land of the free

How can I bring you, drag you up with me 

I’m not hunter, gatherer, or farmer

I’m no herald, just saint, like to last but life can’t 

I’m just a crying alarmer

It’s nice in the barn 

It’s hot in the fire 

I know where I wanna be 

Decisions on earth, new minds, new birth

Both lead to the land of the free

It’s nice in the barn 

It’s hot in the fire 

I know where I wanna be 

Decisions on earth, new minds, new birth

Both lead to the land of the free.

Matthew 13:30

Let both grow together until the harvest. At that time I will tell the harvesters: First collect the weeds and tie them in bundles to be burned; then gather the wheat and bring it into my barn.’”