Cast your bread upon the waters,
In many days it shall return,
Then give a portion to the hungry,
For it's the Bread of Life they yearn.

Be not silent all ye Watchmen,
For the Harvest time has come,
Now go forth, ye mighty reapers,
For the battle has begun.

CHORUS:
Ye flames of fire,
Hear the Word of the Lord,
Ye have clean hands, a pure heart, and in your mouth is a sword.
Go separate the tares from the wheat now I say,
And bundle them to burn, for you're the fire that I'll use,
Take out all that offends and all iniquity too,
And we'll break bread and drink wine in my Kingdom anew.