Sowing the Tares

1 Sowing the tares, when it might have been wheat,
Sowing of malice, spite, and deceit;
We might have sown roses amid life’s sad cares,
While we were so cruelly sowing the tares.

Chorus:
Sowing the tares, when it might have been wheat,
Sowing of malice, spite, and deceit;
We might have sown roses amid life’s sad cares,
But we plead for forgiveness for sowing the tares.

2 Sowing the tares! oh, how dark the black sin!
Mingling a curse with life’s sweetest hymn,
And heeding no anguish, no piteous pray’rs,
While we were so cruelly sowing the tares. [Chorus]

3 Sowing the tares that will bring sorrow down,
Rob of its jewels life’s fairest crown,
And turning to silver the once golden hairs,
Grown whiter as thoughtlessly we sowed the tares. [Chorus]

4 Sowing the tares, under cover of night,
Which might have been wheat all golden and bright;
O heart, turn to God with repentance and pray’rs,
And plead for forgiveness for sowing the tares. [Chorus]


Source: Rodeheaver's Gospel Solos and Duets #78

• MIDI file from Crowning Day No. 2 #198
  
• MIDI file from Rodeheaver's Gospel Solos and Duets #78