Brent Walker: Music
When the Farmers Cry
(Brent Walker)
fallen is the one that i love, never to rise
deserted in her own land, no one cares for her
scorned and despised
but if she’ll turn her face to heaven and seek me
then will she live
hate evil, love good, the Lord he will be with you
just like you say he is
the city marching out a hundred will return only ten
while the comfortable sip on their wine
it’s a damning delusion
a sordid illusion
but when the farmers cry
we’ve seen the hand of God
well i heard about the sacrifice, I prayed the sinner’s prayer
but i’m not gonna change
cause i like the way i’m livin, and I’m forgiven
so does it matter anyway
the children who have heard the stories will soon walk away from the faith
but let’s make sure they stay entertained