The whithered fruit in a vineyard field,
Vine stops producing its quantities yield.
The vines rights will now be repealed.
Fruitless broken dusted freewheeled.
The fate of the vine is now sadly sealed.
Vines productivity is all over keeled.
Left asunder and insecurity reeled.
A harvister comes his might must wield.
A single leaf of truth his wrath will shield.
Workers with no faith wildly squealed.
hard outer rotten flesh now deeply peeled.
The workers with deep faith all but kneeled.
Only by love is real truth revealed.
Only by faith do we spiritually feel.
Rejuvenated vines fate aligned with zeal.
The vine aspires by faith to be fully healed.
