No Sweat in F# for the dark grapes and C for the white

May He soak your mind in music with a truly heavenly score
May He soak your feet in wine so you can dance some more
May He soak you ‘til your floating like the dew before it falls
May He soak your soul in Patience so you can wait His call

For the Master has His timing and we need to know His ways
Or we will be so very hasty and move out before He says
Go forth into the vineyard and smell the blossoms on the vine
Careful for the petals are not full and must await their time

I just wanted to let their fragrance swirl about as fragrance do
Drawing the honey bees to their nectar for the trip back to the hive
Where the honey flow turns to honey by the magic in My hand
And the flowers turn to grape lets as the hang still on the vine

So catch the little foxes because they climb the tender vines
As they hustle, seeking the sweet grapes before their time
Barely ripened in the sunshine yet still some time to go
When the harvest time is ready you can sing the song to Him!