“I am the Vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in Me and I in him bears much fruit for without Me you are nothing.” John 15:5
I wince at the clips and the cuts, at first,
As You prune and trim to make me strong.
But as You cut away at the dead wood,
The wild growth, the weak branches,
I feel the surge of Life within
As You direct my Life, my flow,
To the straight branch of Your Will for me
That leads most directly, most swiftly,
To You, my Vine.
The sweet nectar of Your Love
Pours out to me,
My Strength, my Hope.
Take away the dead wood from my Life, my Lord!
The more You prune, the more fervent I grow
In my love for You,
In my desire for Your Will.
Your Heart, O Sacred One, draws close
As You make me Yours.
My heart cleaves to Yours
No longer desiring the freedom of the world
But the gentleness of Your Heart.
The sprouts of new growth in You
As I dream of the Fruit,