Amazing vineyard that has been left in our care.

Are we releasing to the owner, his rightful fair share?

Too easy, just too easy, to look elsewhere.

Is this a picture of who you are, do you fear.

The vineyard our world I am sure what is meant.

We farmers are charged with being a good tenant.

Comes a time when there will be a nice big harvest.

The landlord will come asking to give him our best.

From my life there will be such blessing seen and to be had.

Not sharing my harvest with the landlord, am I just as bad?

Doing so well, such success and acclaim.

Riches and honour and glory to my name!

The landlord comes asking, where is his share?

It’s mine, mine, my work, my very good care.

Too easy to justify all the effort and hard work.

My hand to the plow, the tasks, I never did shirk.

I deserve this harvest. It is only my fair reward.

The other tenants agree. We are all of one accord.

Then he sends again, saying, I only ask what is mine.

I give just a little hoping, that all will be fine.

Much more is due, next he sends his own son.

Surely we must give from the harvest He won.

My heart full of greed and selfishness, I must confess.

Same as those old Pharisees, probably give even less.

But now I’m realizing what my responsibility is.

So blessed in the role of tenant, in this garden of His.

Now I have determined to give Him His due share.

Perhaps He will give me more vineyard to care.

That a great harvest will come in that, I won’t want to hoard.

That I will be seen as a good tenant,  by my amazing landlord.

Asaw Miller