The Vineyard
Living in a paradise, though I think its all the same
I work to earn all that I have, and I complain every day
Nothing ever seems enough, despite all that I have
Could God just give me a break, I rub my calloused hands
Finally luck has come my way, everything seems to be right
I've got more than I've ever had , for once things aren't so tight
I thank the Lord for all I got, I deserve it after all
Maybe now I can get away, but what's this, I have a call?
The preacher he is a tugging on my wallet every Sunday
Sick kids on the TV, yeah they're dying every day
Maybe I could give a dollar, but I know it won't stop there
Who am I really after all, a man of help or full of greed?
What will I do at the vineyard
Will I let your lone Son in?
What will I do when the time comes?
Will I love you?
Will I sin?
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