Branches Of Thy Vine.
(c)1986. By Poetlife.
Trim the branches
Old and used,
No further us
Lord I ask.
In their place
Let new ones sprout,
Filled with the goodness
From a shoot new and fresh,
Begin again to raise my head,
In the brightness
There is no other place for me ,
But to be attached to Thee.
You are the source
Strong. pure and tall.
I grow stronger each and every day
As in Thy loving care
Contented , filled with love and peace,
With branches that grow on Thee
Like me, in perfect harmony.
Nothing can pluck me
From Thy vine
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