While I was looking, thrones were put in place
A reward to every faithful steward that has served
Giving their all whether it was requested or not
That the work committed to their hands may see success
For this, He instructed, 'Abide in me and I in you'
Cos this is a perfect condition that will be needed
To those He called, to show forth in good works
And be the unique example the world needs to see
But what then will become the fate of them
Who finds it hard to follow His instructions to abide
Those who felt burdened by His pattern of life
Present in the vineyard labouring, yet far from Him
Know this, the height of a Christian fruitless life
Is for such a person to be lost with the world
Where their years of toil and labour gets saved
But the worker is no where to be found
And their rewarded thrones, empty