The Vineyard

The doctor told me I have perfect vision;
I never needed no glasses,
can see just fine --
yes i can.

But I don't think he knew the full story;
my diagnosis is the opposite --
I can barely see what's in front of me.
The past don't make sense,
much less the future.

It ain't clear anymore,
and maybe it never was;
when as a kid, I would just live,
and it was all good --
I knew that life was about just livin'.

But maybe it was all a delusion,
what's a kid know anyways?
Some say nothing,
others say everything.
Who's to tell?

Confusion ain't pretty;
clarity is better.
I would run a thousand miles to see,
or scale ten thousand cliffs to hear;
why's it gotta be so hard?

But then I opened what they call His Word;
the Bible, the Scriptures, that old book.
You see it I discounted,
sayin' it ain't nothin' new;
just some book that a bunch of powerful Europeans liked.

But it's more than that;
it's the book of Moses, of Joshua,
of Samuel and David,
of Elijah and Elisha,
of Isaiah and Ezekiel,
of Jeremiah and Daniel,
of John and Jesus,
of Barnabas and Timothy,
of Paul and Peter,
these men who changed the world.

He leads me back to it somehow,
and I open it up --
and live.

I see David layin' it down,
in that nineteenth song;
callin' out nature who sings His praise --
the sun's got the day shift,
the stars the night.

And the words pull me...
I'm gone, swept up past the confines of this office,
and I'm in a vineyard --
it's beautiful.

I see Him comin' towards me --
my Father, the one from whom I came;
then I see it,
this is Life --
to work in my Father's vineyard,
to cultivate beauty as He does,
to replace thorns and weeds,
with vines and flowers as He does.

And I say, I'm happy here,
to simply work in Your vineyard;
He smiles and covers me with that wide embrace;
He speaks a thousand words by only a glance,
He sings ten thousand sweet songs with only a smile.

He pulls me up,
by that Life that comes from His mouth --
the same words that spoke into being the stars,
which spin through the silk of the universe;
this is my Father,
and in Him I just Live.