In shelter, in the vineyard, among the builders of the Lord
I see the stone, I see the son, he is coming for a stay
But if the builders have not listened and do not greet him in accord
Instead are plotting, blood on tongue, for a craven play
Then the owner, then the master, shall remove their craven hearts
And set new builders for his vineyard, for this rock
With assurance for the tasting of any wine from any parts
Ours the fullest and most robust around the clock
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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