A Token In Creation
That Of Perfection In Beauty
An Assemblage Of Vines
Plantings Of The Lord
Unto Fulfilling Fruitfulness
The Workmanship Of His Hands
The Planter In The Father
He Made Plantings Husbandmen
Plantings Watching Over Plantings
Working For The Father
Yet Walking With The Father
As They Dwell Within The Father
All Tools In His Hands
To Till And To Dress
To Trim And To Cut
Daily Tending Unto Growth
Under The Watchful Eye
Of The Father
Who In The Cool Of The Day,
In Pleasant Strides,
Makes Rounds Through,
In Love, To Teach, To Task
Unto Perfect Yield
In Seasons Of Draught
And In Times Of Plague
Restoration Breeze Blew Forth
When The Zeal Was Lowest
As The Famine Bit Hardest
When The Vision
Turned Cloudy And Clumsy
Broken Breaches Were Mended
Disorders Re-ordered
As The Lord’s Vineyard
Restores Unto Perfect Life
Now, Let All,
The Plantings Of The Lord
Shift Not Away
From Their Places
In The Will Of The Father
To Daily Keep And Tend
Watching And Waiting
Abiding Faithfully So
For The Harvest To Ripe
And Awaiting Patiently So
For The Working Of The Harvest
To The Father’s Good Pleasure
Submitted by: Tunji Kusa
Ilorin, Nigeria.
