The Vine

Look at all my beautiful branches
How the tentacles intertwine
He said because there is no fruit
I have to cut this piece of vine

But Lord they are so beautiful
I am sure we will get wine
He said not from leaves and branches
I must prune this pretty vine

But Lord it’s so attractive
And people know this branch is mine
He picked up the sheers and scissors
And cut my favorite piece of vine

I told him Lord you hurt me
Down to my core into my spine
He continued to inspect
Looking for fruit not leafy vine

And daily He surveys my life
Knowing what he expects to find
And though the results may please me
I am just a branch, He is the Vine

I must let repent of ego
Pride and self-pleasure cross the line
Yield, submit and yes surrender
Fruit comes only when abiding in the Vine

John 15:5 I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman.

Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.

Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.

5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.