There’s a vine that stands strong
For the roots they grow deep
This didn’t just happen by chance
As I gaze with such awe
At His splendor and grace
It is clear that I too, am a branch.
Yes, a branch that bore fruit
By His power and love
As I did the ‘tradition-dance’.
Then out came the shears
And with so little warning
I was left but a sad, bleeding branch.
Yet I clung to the vine
And soon healing took hold
As the Gardener with great vigilance
Tended and cared
Yes nurtured with love
And new blossom appeared on this branch.
But oh what a change
In the fruit I now bear
For strongholds no longer unbalance
To abide in this vine
To stay strong in His truth
Is to be a blessed, fruit-bearing branch.
Written April 2006
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