The whithered fruit in the vineyard field,
Stops producing its quantities yield.
The fate of the vines now sadly sealed.
Vines of productivity all over keeled.
The harvister comes his might to wield.
Single vine of truth wrath to shield.
The workers with deep faith all kneeled.
Left asunder and insecurity reeled.
The truth vine looks to be completely healed.
Only by love is real truth revealed.
Only by faith do we spiritually feel.
Rejuvenated vines fate aligned with zeal.
