To bear fruit, branches must be fed
Without nourishment, they’ll be dead
Such sustenance supplied by the vine
Supplemented by nutrients, rain and sunshine
To separate one from the other
Leads to a certain demise
Solitary existence seems attainable
To some, self-sufficiency is a prize
Take a moment for relflection
Glancing back throughout your life
Were your branches filled with fruit?
Or sparsely adorned, the bounty light?
From where do you receive your sustenance?
What source ensures survival of your vine?
Is it based on something earthly?
Or is it centered around the divine?
God the Father, is the gardener
Jesus, the Son, the true vine
We are the branches that bear the fruit
Given to us to share with mankind
We must remain in Him and His word
Share our fruits with others, share His story
Requests in Jesus through His name will be heard
Answered prayers and fruits shared, together reveal His glory
Jesus called us friend, teachings from above, He shared all
Our friend’s ultimate love revealed, for us He took the fall
By choosing us, He appointed us, our fruits to share
Fruitless branches burned, others pruned, to increase the fruits we bear
Our call you see, is clear as can be
It involves humanity, our sisters and our brothers
Our borne fruits, through Him, aren’t for you or me
Our bounty shared, fulfills His command: Love each other
Copyright 2007 Brian Dean Stoddard