The Sweetsers - Waiting

There are five acres somewhere
That are callin' my name
A beulah land of blue and red
Where the work of my hands
And the fruit of my lips
Are one, and the same

And I will plant
And I will wait
For the fruit of the rain and sun
And all the while
With my hand to the plow
I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

And year by year they'll teach me
Like no young professor can
While I'm walking through and pruning the canes
Preach to me brother
In your own quiet way
Bout how you and me are just the same

And I will plant
And I will wait
For the fruit of the rain and sun
And all the while
With my hand to the plow
I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

And as the seasons change
And your leaves begin to turn
From vibrant green to somber red
I'm reminded that I'm workin
For a kingdom yet to come
I may only see it after I'm dead

And I will plant
And I will wait
For the fruit of the rain and sun
And all the while
With my hand to the plow
I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

Written by:
Daniel Sweetser

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