The Landlord of Our Souls #2135

The Landlord of Our Souls In lands not ours, we walk and roam, For God declares, "This is My home." The earth, the soil, every grain, Belongs to Him, our Sovereign reign. We dwell as strangers, foreigners true, In a world that God alone can view. "Do not sell," His voice commands, "For this is My holy, sacred land." Yet man, with pride, seeks to claim, To own the earth and stake his name. In forgetting God, he builds his might, But loses sight of divine light. Jesus spoke of tenants, wild, Who claimed the vineyard, so defiled. They cast out servants, killed the heir, In greed and sin, they laid their snare. "The vineyard's Lord will come," He said, "To judge the living and the dead." For we are stewards, not the kings, Our lives, our homes, all fleeting things. God is the Landlord, not we, In His grace, we find the key. To live as pilgrims, hearts aligned, With His will, His truth enshrined. When we become the lords of land, We lose the touch of His guiding hand. But in surrender, we reclaim, The joy and peace in His great name. So let us live as tenants here, With reverence, love, and holy fear. For the land is His, and we His own, In God’s great vineyard, we are shown. -Steven G. Lee (July 1, 2024)