Religious Philosophy Poem: Mark 12


 

The Wine Press I have dug with hedges all about

To my family I have lent my beautiful Vineyard out

In the Fall I shall return to receive My Prophets earned

Surely My Servant you shall receive as if he were Me

 

My Servant comes to Me with bruises that I can see

So I sent you another yet you cast stones upon his head

I sent you many Servants, chance in deed you have had

You have beaten all I have sent and some you even killed

 

Now I will send you My only Son, Him will you respect

Evil has over come most of you as you dared to kill My Son

You cast His Body out as if the land and your lives belonged to you

To darkness you shall be cast as His Blood has Cleansed another Class

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