Two by Two

Jesus called the twelve, sent them two by two,
To Israel's lost sheep, with work to do.
Door to door they went, in faithful pairs,
Proclaiming Kingdom news, without a care.

The harvest great, but workers few,
Pray to the Master, faithful and true.
Send laborers into the field so wide,
To gather souls for Him inside.

As you go, proclaim with voice so clear,
"The Kingdom of the heavens draws near!"
Good news to share, in every place,
Jehovah's rule, His boundless grace.

The harvest great, but workers few,
Pray to the Master, faithful and true.
Send laborers into the field so wide,
To gather souls for Him inside.

Cure the sick, raise dead from tomb,
Cleanse lepers, cast out demons' gloom.
Freely you got, so freely give,
In Jesus' name, let healing live.

The harvest great, but workers few,
Pray to the Master, faithful and true.
Send laborers into the field so wide,
To gather souls for Him inside.

No gold or silver in your belt to bear,
No bag for journey, food to spare.
No sandals, staff, or extra coat,
The worker's worthy of his meat.

The harvest great, but workers few,
Pray to the Master, faithful and true.
Send laborers into the field so wide,
To gather souls for Him inside.

In town or village, find the home,
Worthy of peace, where you may roam.
Say to it, "Peace to this house be,"
From God's own family, pure and free.

The harvest great, but workers few,
Pray to the Master, faithful and true.
Send laborers into the field so wide,
To gather souls for Him inside.

If peace receives, it stays with them,
If not, let it return to Him.
Shake off the dust from feet you tread,
Go on ahead, no words unsaid.

The harvest great, but workers few,
Pray to the Master, faithful and true.
Send laborers into the field so wide,
To gather souls for Him inside.

Go preach the Kingdom, heal and mend,
Lost sheep await, on You depend.
Jehovah sends us, bold and free,
Workers in the harvest, for eternity!

The harvest great, but workers few,
Pray to the Master, faithful and true.
Send laborers into the field so wide,
To gather souls for Him inside.

The harvest great, but workers few,
Pray to the Master, faithful and true.
Send laborers into the field so wide,
To gather souls for Him inside.
To gather souls for Him inside.

Classic country, harmonica, piano, clarinet, deep bassin drums,  fiddle, synth wave 
Male singer