| Thou Art The Vine |
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Thou art the vine, sweet Lord, I but a branch, hanging there. Help me to abide in Thee, Lord. Go, daily, to Thee in prayer. I know that, without Thee Being my Root, I could not abide. I would see that the fruit, in me, Had swiveled up and, surely, died. Help me to use fertilizer, Lord, Reading Thy wondrous words of life; Knowing, in Thy love and forgiveness There would never be strife. I know I need plentiful water, Like the spring of a bubbling brook; Healthy and pleasing to Thee, Master, when upon me you look. Let my fruit be plentiful and hardy, too, And may I ponder Thy word That my life would be more fruitful; My good fruit more preferred. Let me be your grapes that Make the sweetest wine of all; For in the harvest time, when On me Thou doth come to call. Oh, the sweet wonder of hanging on Thy vine, for a sweet fruit to bear; To know I am cleansed, through Your sweet and Holy word, there. Knowing, Thou art the true vine, And God, the Father, the Husbandman; I shall try, with all my might, Lord, To bring Thee fruit - all that I can. Purge me, try me, Lord. Have me be A better branch, hanging there; Upon, the true Vine of life, spreading His love and forgiveness everywhere. Let us look to Thee, Lord, on past The cisterns to the river of life's stream; That, on that day, there, in Paradise, I will know its not, at all, a dream. |
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