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Branches Of Thy Vine.

Poetry By: Poetlife
Religion and spirituality


Vine, branches, God.


Submitted:Feb 21, 2013    Reads: 19    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Branches Of Thy Vine.

(c)1986. By Poetlife.

Trim the branches

Old and used,

Of

No further us

Lord I ask.

In their place

Let new ones sprout,

Filled with the goodness

Of

Thy love.

From a shoot new and fresh,

Begin again to raise my head,

In the brightness

Of

Thy light.

There is no other place for me ,

But to be attached to Thee.

You are the source

Of

My all,

Divine vine

Strong. pure and tall.

I grow stronger each and every day

As in Thy loving care

I stay.

Contented , filled with love and peace,

With branches that grow on Thee

Like me, in perfect harmony.

Nothing can pluck me

From Thy vine

For

Oh! Lord,

I am

Thine.





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