Lent 30: Thursday of Fourth Week

Look, the son comes;

the farmers steam at the sight.

The vineyard is theirs! He has no place.

Stone the son; kill the heir.

The vineyard is red with blood.

 

Look, the Son comes;

the farmers quake at the sight.

Rejected, now the cornerstone:

the vineyard’s his. He takes His place.

The blood-red Son ascends.

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