Dear Reader,

This poem flows from a deep love for the precious Jewish people—the apple of God’s eye and the beloved children of His covenant. Jeremiah 31:5 is the Lord’s tender promise to Israel: after exile and heartbreak, they will once again plant vineyards on the hills of Samaria and joyfully enjoy the fruit as their own. It is a picture of homecoming, dignity, security, and the faithful restoration of Jacob’s descendants.

The verses linger on the imagery of scarred hills turning green, weary hands planting with renewed hope, clusters swelling with life, and the sweet, ordinary-yet-sacred joy of tasting the harvest of their own labor. At the center stands Jesus, the True Vine, in whom these ancient promises find their richest fulfillment. The poem seeks to honor God’s everlasting love for Israel while rejoicing that every vine, every grape, and every feast ultimately points to the Redeemer who makes all things new.

May these words stir your heart to marvel at the faithfulness of God to His people and the beauty of His redemption plan.

With reverence and affection for Israel,

The Poet

On Samaria’s hills, once scarred by flame,

The Lord restores what sorrow overcame.

His people plant the vines with hopeful hands,

And feast upon the fruit of promised lands.

No more for strangers shall the harvest go;

The planters taste the sweetness they bestow.

Yet deeper still, beyond the earthly yield,

The True Vine rises — Christ, our Living Field.

His branches stretch like arms upon the Tree,

Where blood and mercy flowed for you and me.

The sap of grace through every tendril runs,

Awakening the dead to greet the sun.

Clusters swell like jewels in heaven’s light,

Heavy with the wine of pure delight.

Not common fruit, but covenantal store —

The blood of Calvary forevermore.

He walks the rows at dawn’s first golden ray,

The Bridegroom calling, “Abide in Me today.”

The lame now leap, the blind behold His face,

The remnant sings of everlasting grace.

From Ephraim’s heights the watchmen cry aloud,

“The King is come! Behold the Son of God!”

Exiles return, no longer lost or lone,

Grafted as one in Jesus on the throne.

O hills of joy, your terraces now shine

With leaves that whisper of the Cross divine.

Each grape a promise, ripened in His love,

A foretaste of the feast prepared above.

In Christ the Vine, our roots are deeply set;

In Him we bear the fruit we ne’er forget.

No sword divides, no exile steals away —

We feast on Him who is our endless Day.

Here ordinary meals become a feast

Of resurrection joy for greatest and least.

Planted, protected, satisfied in Him —

The True Vine fulfills Jeremiah’s hymn.