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*"THRESHING FLOOR"*
_Worship / Prophetic Warfare Style | 6/8 or 4/4 Slow Burn_
*[Intro / Spoken]*
_Matthew 3:12, Ruth 3:2, Hosea 9:2_
“The winnowing fan is in His hand... At the threshing floor.”
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*[Verse 1]*
He’s come to separate, to test and to prove
Every hidden motive, every lie removed
No more mixture, no more hiding place
At the Threshing Floor we meet His face
Like Ruth in the night, with courage I draw near
To the feet of Boaz, my Redeemer here
He shares the winnow, He turns the barley
At the Threshing Floor, He’s calling me
*[Pre-Chorus]*
The winepress cannot feed me
The new wine will not fail in me
For the Lord Himself is here
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*Threshing Floor, Threshing Floor*
The winnowing fan is in His hand, and He will
*Threshing Floor, Threshing Floor*
He will thoroughly clean out His floor
The chaff He will burn with unquenchable fire
But the wheat He gathers into His barn
*Threshing Floor, Threshing Floor*
I lay it all down at the Threshing Floor[Chorus]
*[Verse 2]*
Every empty stalk, every hollow shell
Everything that cannot stand when storms swell
He’s purging the grain, He’s raising the pure
Nothing wasted when it hits the floor
“The threshing floor and the winepress shall not feed them” [Hosea 9:2]
But I am wheat, I will not be chaff
For the Fan of Heaven is moving now
At the Threshing Floor, I will bow
*[Pre-Chorus]*
The winepress cannot feed me
The new wine will not fail in me
For the Lord Himself is here
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*Threshing Floor, Threshing Floor*
The winnowing fan is in His hand, and He will
*Threshing Floor, Threshing Floor*
He will thoroughly clean out His floor
The chaff He will burn with unquenchable fire
But the wheat He gathers into His barn
*Threshing Floor, Threshing Floor*
I lay it all down at the Threshing Floor[Chorus]
*[Bridge / Prophetic]*
_Winnow me, Lord, winnow me_
Separate the precious from the vile
_Clean me, Lord, clean me_
Gather Your wheat, gather Your Bride
At midnight like Ruth, I will not run
Boaz, cover me, until the work is done
At the Threshing Floor, the bargain’s made
You redeem, You keep, You will not fade
*[Chant / Breakdown]*
Winnowing Fan! In His hand!
Fire for the chaff! Wheat for the barn!
Threshing Floor! Threshing Floor!
Thoroughly clean! And gather more!
*[Final Chorus - Bigger]*
*Threshing Floor, Threshing Floor*
The winnowing fan is in His hand, and He will
*Threshing Floor, Threshing Floor*
He will thoroughly clean out His floor
The chaff He will burn with unquenchable fire
But the wheat He gathers into His barn
*Threshing Floor, Threshing Floor*
I’m wheat in His barn, at the Threshing Floor
*[Outro / Whispered]*
_No more chaff... only wheat...
At the Threshing Floor... with You...*