The True Vine

When the rain begins to fall
And the winds begin to blow
You will not be swept away
You will continue to grow

For my vine reaches high towards the light
And my roots delve deep into truth
And overflowing joy and love
Are produced within my fruit

My Father is the gardener
He tends to every need
He prunes each branch that do bear fruit
And he severs every weed

Stay in the vine and produce much fruit
To glorify His name
Apart from the vine a branch is nothing
But fuel to feed the flame

He loved me as a tiny seed
He nurtured each blossoming plant
He helped me to mature and grow
From seed to fruit bearing branch