Jesus is the vine
I am but one of His branches
I can do
I can be
anything and all
but if not to Jesus
for Jesus
that I give my all
All achieved
is to nothing
to no avail.
My eternal bliss
has died on the vine
I am alone
and my aloneness
brings no joy
only dismal thought
and torment
as I face bitterness,
defeat,
death in the deep.
Jesus is the vine
I am but one of His branches
I draw my lifeblood from Him
who died for my soul
who rose from the dead
who reigns on high
who lives within me.
Jesus is the vine
I am but one of His branches.
For me to bear fruit
I must succumb to His pruning
I must abide in Him
for Jesus is the vine
My Lord and Savior
and I am but one of His branches
A child of The King
I am but one of His branches
I can do
I can be
anything and all
but if not to Jesus
for Jesus
that I give my all
All achieved
is to nothing
to no avail.
My eternal bliss
has died on the vine
I am alone
and my aloneness
brings no joy
only dismal thought
and torment
as I face bitterness,
defeat,
death in the deep.
Jesus is the vine
I am but one of His branches
I draw my lifeblood from Him
who died for my soul
who rose from the dead
who reigns on high
who lives within me.
Jesus is the vine
I am but one of His branches.
For me to bear fruit
I must succumb to His pruning
I must abide in Him
for Jesus is the vine
My Lord and Savior
and I am but one of His branches
A child of The King
(c) September 4, 2011
Very nice poem about abiding in Him!
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