Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Song of the Vineyard (Isaiah 5:1-7)

A lyric written nearly 15 years ago when I was paging through the book of Isaiah
and touched by the imagery of a derelict vineyard.


My friend had a vineyard
It sat on a very fertile hill
and he cleared away all the stones
and he planted his finest vines.

Now he built a wall
to guard it and keep the wild ones out
and he waited for his grapes to ripen
and every grape in the vineyard made a sour wine.

Is there anything I failed to do
for my vineyard to bear good fruit?
Jerusalem, judge between me and my vineyard.

Here's what I will do,
I'll tear down the walls and let the wild ones in.
The weeds and the briars will grow over it
and I will hoe the soil no more.

Thorns they will cover it
and I will forbid the clouds to bring rain.
People of Judah I expected you to be
everything good and everything right.

Is there anything I failed to do
for my vineyard to bear good fruit?
Jerusalem, judge between me and my vineyard.



copyright 2002 - Donald P James Jr 

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