We Will Reap What We Sow (Rev. 14:14-20)

Seated on a cloud like the son of man With a golden crown and a sickle in his hand He has come to reap the harvest of the earth Separating sheep from flock of wicked works What are we guilty of? We will reap what we sow What we plant we will grow In good soil, we are ripe Let these roots spring to life As nations have a traitor, the church has enemies And those who would betray her will have no legacy They play the part of pastors, while they cry for mans applause All cut free from the vine, pressed into the wrath of God What are we guilty of? What are we capable of? What are we capable of? Can we change a life?