I was sure that
the long hours I daily spent
On tedious jobs or working hard,
Passed unnoticed because so secluded
Was my small corner in God"s,Vineyard.
I saw no fruits
of my labour;
No lush grapes weighing down the vine;
Not for me the joy of the harvest;
So my interest began to decline.
Then said to
me, the Lord of the Vineyard,
"The harvest is poor this year,
You have been unfaithful in little things,
So the burden of blame you must bear.
My workers are
all part of one body,
This striving for honour must cease,
One man sows, another man waters,
But it is I alone who gives the increase.
Each part must
perform his own function,
All pull together if we would succeed;
Remember, in order to have a good harvest,
You must faithfully sow the good seed."