Vineyard Workers

The owner of a vineyard left His country for a while; The men he left in charge of it Were filled with craft and guile. The owner sent his servant there To get the fruit when ripe, But he was beaten and was sent Away with many a stripe. Other servants then he sent, They did no better fare; They all were tortured, stoned or killed: Shame and outrage was there. The master then sent his own son; He reverence should command. But, no, the wicked workers scoffed And said, “We’ll take...