Grace in the Vineyard

. Morning light, the call was clear. Work began as

dawn drew near. Hours passed beneath the sun. More were called till day was

done. Different times but one same grace. All are welcome in this place.

Grace for all, the vineyard sings. Joy is found in simple things.

First or last, we stand as one. Sharing light till day is done.

Whispers rose as night came through. How is yours the same as you?

But the keeper's voice replied. Love is more than time applied. Grace for all,

the vineyard sings. Joy is found in simple things. First or last,