Oh, soften my heart so I can hear,
break up the stone and make it clear.
Pull up the thorns, remove the greed,
clear out the weed that chokes the seed.
Come plow the ground where rocks still hide,
until my heart is open wide.
The seed is the message of the Kingdom, yeah—
the seed is the word of the King.
The Sowah is walking among us now;
hear how His melodies ring.
He's planting His life into every heart—
the hard, the thorny, the tender, the torn apart—
chasing the wind, caught in the stress,
looking for peace in a world of excess.
The Sowah sows without a question,
The Sowah sows without a fear.
The Sowah scatters wide the promise
for anyone to hear.
The Sowah keeps no fence around the righteous,
The Sowah builds no wall around the heart.
The Sowah withholds from none;
He throws the seed to everyone
before the setting sun.
The Sowah isn't counting borders,
The Sowah isn't cautious—no.
The Sowah drops among the thorns
and lets the waters flow.
He tosses on the rocky ground
and fields where wheat will grow.
Because He sees a harvest
we cannot see today.
The Sowah sows without a question,
The Sowah sows without a fear.
The Sowah scatters wide the promise
so anyone can hear.
Oh, soften my heart so I can hear,
break up the stone and make it clear.
Pull up the thorns, remove the greed,
clear out the weed that chokes the seed.
Come plow the ground where rocks still hide,
until my heart is open wide.
because the Sowah sees a harvest
I cannot see today.
He sees the harvest!
Yes, the Sowah sees a harvest
I cannot see today.
I cannot see it today,
but it's on the way.
Yes, the Sowah sees a harvest
I cannot see today.
I cannot see it today,
but it's on the way.
But it's on the way.
Yeah, it's on the way.