Letra difícil de encontrar #001: Steve Camp - Threshing Floor

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Steve Camp - Threshing Floor

Steve Camp - Threshing Floor
Separate the wheat from the chaff on the threshing floor
And set aside the first fruits for Your pleasure
From the valley of decision, light the way to heaven's door
And bring me to the storehouse as Your treasure
When the Master comes with His winnowing fan
To finish the work of refining
Shaping the heart of a righteous man
He's got to beat it out on the threshing floor.

I said, Separate the truth, from the lie, on this temple site
And bring my risky secrets into the open
The vats are overflowing and the harvest is ripe
But the husk around my heart remains unbroken
When the Master comes with His winnowing fan
To finish the work of refining
Shapin' the heart of a righteous man
He will beat it out on the threshing floor.

The wheels of His sled are sharp and clean
I feel the weight of His stone as its breakin' me
He's shakin' me down to a handful of grain
And I know by His Spirit that my loss is my gain

When the Master comes with His winnowing fan
To finish the work of refining

I said He's shaping the heart of a righteous man
He's gonna beat it out on the threshing floor.

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