Certain man had a loved fig tree,
Planted in his own fertile vineyard,
Came on to seeking fruits without glee,
Found none,in dismay spoke to the guard.
Oh! Vine Dresser! behold these three years,
I have come looking for fruits on this fig tree,
I found none,instead only sorrows and tears,
Why waste soil cut it down in a greater hurry.
Why this barren tree waste the soil?
Lord leave it alone this year also,
I will dig around it,put much more toil,
Also fertilizer to make yield fruit or so.
O Jewish nation ! change or go like fig to the fire,
Fruits of repentance you must bear and acquire.
Footnote:
Luke13:6-9
Yesupatham Savarimuthu
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