Isaiah 5:1-7, A Poem

Every so often I get an urge to rhyme things.  I've incorporated parts of the poem in my srmon for tomorrow.
I have no ideawhy the posting all came out in 1's.

 

1. I will sing for my God above

The one whom I hold as beloved.

1. I will sing of his ardor great

Expended on his arbor of grape.

1. He shoveled a trench all around

Unstoned every stone from the ground.

1. A vineyard set high on a hill

With sweat and toil, the soil he tilled.

1. He planted the choicest of vines.

He had plans for finest of wines.

1. With limestone he built a wall high

A watch tower stretched to the sky.

1. A winepress he hewed for the juice.

A stone trough to act as a sluice.

1. Expecting fruit ripe, red and plumpy

the fruitage was diseased and frumpy.

1. Now, it is you, you I ask

What did I leave undone, untasked?

1.  Now people of God, you decide,

Is it my vineyard or me that you chide?

1.  Why did it not bear grapes bright red;

But puny and shriveled instead?

1. Listen, you who sit in the pew

To what I am intending to do.

1. The hedge I planted, I cut down.

The wall I will raze to the ground.

1. The vines I will let be despoiled

I forbid rain to rain on the soil.

1. We are the vineyard of the Lord

Who possess his living true Word.

1. Christ is our Vineyard raised up

Of Him we drink when we take the cup.

1.  He powers us to live justly.

He looks for us to live rightly.

 

 

Comments

[Danatnr]

It looks like TypePad thought you were starting a new list each time. If you take out the all of the /ol tags except the last one, the numbering should fix itself.