Gathering Grapes
Glenda Gale Snyder, Adam Cory Snyder
[Verse 1]
The vine is barren
The weeds have grown
The wine has soured
Gather sweet no more
Mother, father, gather grapes
For time to dine
Table set, with food and wine
Splendor in my Father's house
[Chorus]
Oh, withered vine, lost in time
No more shall I gather thee
It’s time to go
It's time to go
[Verse 2]
A voice sweetly calling
It's time to rest
Yes, rest from your labors
So come, lie down a while
The vines have withered
Time to go
Time to go
Time to rest