Parable of the Wicked Tenants
Wicked tenants decided to fleece, A
kind owner who gave them a lease,
on his vineyard so fine,
so that they could make wine.
But no share would he get, not a piece. But
no share would he get, not a piece.
He sent word to them all and said, “Hey, Could
you send me some fruit right away?”
But the slave that he sent,
Was not pleased that he went,
They attacked him and sent him away! They
attacked him and sent him away.
Very soon it transpired twice more And
. . . this time it could not be ignored.
For a second, a third
Were shamed, (so he heard)
And were beaten until they were raw! And
were beaten until they were raw!
So the owner said “What shall I do? All
my slaves have returned black and blue!
So I’ll send my own Son,
To get the job done!
They’ll respect him and give him what’s due!” They’ll
respect him and give him what’s due!”
Deary me, no such thing, it was tragic. For
those tenants declared, “This is magic!”
Oh let’s all kill his heir,
We’ll inherit his share!
So they did, they were on automatic! So
they did, they were on automatic!
When the owner found out this sad story, What
he did to those tenants was gory.
And the vineyard, it’s said,
Went to others instead!
And the Son, well, he went on to glory. And
the Son, well, he went on to glory.
© Sheila Hamil Monday 20th January 2014