The Vine

There is a message in the vine

Hanging there entwined.

Plump and juicy is the fruit,

And the life is in the root.

The bounty of its glory

Is written in this story.

There is a Gardener there

To tend to it with care.

If the branch does not produce

He will cut it loose.

So the vine will do more,

And the fruit will be in store.

The ones that still remain

Will do the same again.

For the branch needs care

From the One that will spare.

As the story goes Jesus is the vine,

And the branches His children refined.

If they will abide in Him

He will be with them.

They can do nothing apart

From having Jesus in their heart.

The vine will forever show

Those branches that bud and grow.

The branch did not choose to be

They were engrafted to the vine you see.

Jesus is the true vine,

And our love with His entwined!

Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell ©

Background by: Lena Ayer Kittrell ©