In God’s vineyard, time dissolves,
No seniority, no ranks, no dues.
The sun rises for all, grace evolves,
Each heart a vessel, eager to choose.
Early risers, latecomers alike,
Called by the Master’s tender voice.
Their labor, not measured by the clock,
But by surrender—a willing choice.
Forgiveness blooms like ripened grapes,
Life’s sweet nectar, poured freely.
Salvation’s harvest, no escape,
Grace abundant, bestowed sincerely.
So let us toil, hands intertwined,
In God’s vineyard, side by side.
For His generosity knows no confines,
And His love, our eternal guide.
Published:
August 21, 2024, 4:04 AM
