It's drier here than ever I remember
The fields that once were green and tall are now so bare,
And patience for relief has turned to anger
And joyous praise has been replaced by faithless prayer.
I used to love to tend these fields for hours
And even times of drought would only serve to spur me on
But now it seems like years without a shower
And somehow my desire to grow has come and gone.
Well this was the word to Jeremiah
But I, think it applies to me right about now.
Break up your unplowed ground
And turn your heart to me again
Lay all your idols down
Come confess your sin
I long to ease your pain
And bring your fields to life once more
But I will not send my rain until you make me Lord.
A vineyard ripe with blessing now surrounds me
And every harvest so much more than I'd hoped for
But as the fruit increases all around me
I see how fat I am and I'm still wanting more
Well this was the word God gave Hosea
But I, think it applies to me right about now
Break up your unplowed ground
Have you so soon forgotten me
I cannot watch you bow, at the altar of prosperity
I long to shower down, and see our love affair restored.
So break up your unplowed ground
It's time to seek the Lord
Habits turn to cycles turn to Seasons
And seasons turn to years before we know.
And we lay still alive but barely breathing
And we whisper, that's just the way it goes
But the Lord says no.
Break up your unplowed ground
And you will find a treasure
Sell everything you own.
To buy what can't be measured
I long to lay you down
In richer fields than you have known
So break up you unplowed ground
And make this land your home
Oh make this land your home.
Oh make this land your home.
