Open your eyes, look at the fields
The harvest is ripe, the harvest is here
Who will I send, the workers are few
If you were willing, I want to send you
If you say to the mountains be moved
If it's with eyes of faith that you see
It will hurl itself into the ocean
Beautiful feet, put on your shoes
The gospel of peace will go before you
Oh stuttering speech, don't worry, be still
My truth will pour from your lips
& hearts will be filled
If you say to the mountains be moved
If it's with eyes of faith that you see
It will hurl itself into the ocean
Because you weren't afraid to believe
Callous of heart, become like a child
Stretch out your arms
Let nothing defile
Let your roots grow down deep
To be fed by my word
That your branches may reach to the broken and hurt
Because you were not afraid
Because you were not afraid to believe
Beautiful feet, put on your shoes
The harvest is ripe, the workers are few

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