In His Vineyard
In His Vineyard
We fed and bred
Health and wealth
We were nourished and flourished
Happy
Riding on fine horse
Until
He came to pluck us
Then
Became grumpy and dirty
Hungry and Thirsty
Frightened
But
Now enlightened
We are back to Eden
In his vineyard
We feed and breed
Health and wealth
Here
We are nourished and flourishing
Happy
Riding on fine horse
Built a high wall
Hence
No more can sin pluck us
poem by Ayandare Mayowa
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