My Loved One and His Vineyard

My Loved One had a vineyard grand
Upon the choicest fertile hill
He made a wall and cleared its stones
He never failed to tend or till

He planted it with choicest vines
Within it was the finest shoot
He made a tower for defense
And vats, expecting much good fruit

Then when the harvest day arrived
He came to find a great, good yield
But all the grapes were spoilt and bad
And He despised his lovely field

Jerusalem and Judah, judge
Between my Loved One and His field
What more could He have done for it?
The vines he guarded, loved, and healed

Beware, O vineyard, He shall come
He certainly shall be enraged
And he shall break all evil vines
Destroying that which He arranged

See, Judah is His pleasant plant
And Israel His vineyard is
Behold, they yielded evil fruit
Despising every Word of His

O vineyard, change, and bear good fruit
Before His righteous rage shall burn
Before He breaks your safety fence
He warns you, calls you to return

O Israel and Judah, see
He planted you with care and love
Repent, and bear good fruit, then He
Shall rain down blessings from above

O vineyard, He still longs for you
His work in you is far from done
Take heed, for you can bear no fruit
Without abiding in the Son

Inspired by Isaiah 5

Faith Williams
I am a nineteen-year-old girl who loves to write, especially fiction. I write many stories and poems. I usually have a moral or lesson behind my writings, for I hope these stories and poems, which Yehovah (God) helped me to write, will glorify Him as I share them on this blog. Welcome to my blog and I hope you enjoy your stay!

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