The Vine and the Chosen Vineyard

The Mighty Vine, with limbs outstretched,
In boundless love, in grace unmatched,
A symbol of the One so true,
Who calls us forth to live anew.

As branches sprout from an ancient core,
We find in Him our life's great door.
With tender care, He bears our weight,
In every season, never late.

The pruning hook, a tool so sharp,
Takes from us what would do us harm.
Yet, in this loss, we find our gain,
For only thus, can growth remain.

In stillness, beneath God's skies,
Where heaven's tears and sunshine rise;
He taught us of the joy He came to share,
As fruitful branches in His care.

The beauty of His word, so fine,
Poured into vessels, heart's design.
It fills us up, it makes us new,
In every cup, His love we'll view.

As we abide in His embrace,
We find our strength, our saving grace.
For in His vine, we'll stand so firm
The fruit of love, we shall affirm

The world may rage, the storm may blow,
Yet in the Vine, our hearts shall grow.
The fire of trial may come our way,
But in His love, we're safe to stay.

In seasons when the frost is keen,
And shadows threaten to be seen,
We cling to Him, our trusted Guide,
In faith and hope, we will abide.

Oh Chosen Vine, with strength and might,
Guide us through the darkest night.
Let us abide in You so well,
As You write our story is to tell.