HANGING ON YOUR VINE:

Honoring God Through Poetry

OH Lord, I adore Your Precepts,
me as the branch; 
holy connected to Your Grace,
for without You,
my fate would come 
like a representative,
trying a guy from a foreign case.

Therefore, I determine to stay connected,
like the ocean is to the bay;
completely reliant 
upon Your Perfect guidance;
gladly following Jesus 
in His new Glorious WAY.

For, me as the weak link,
divinely attached 
to Your strength
is right where I belong,
but only in humility can I glean 
even one ounce of Your Resourcefulness,
or see Your Light exposing my every wrong.

So, I Hang on the Vine, which is my Savior,
Your anointing filling me, as I glide along,
like water needs a stream in the cascading,
I need Your Generous favor 
to sing and shout my song.

Oh my God, 
I just love the way You made me;
a naked branch all straight,
and aligned in Your Care;
like a newborn babe,
all wrapped in Your tenderness;
feeling Your Loving Arms,
with the weight of Your heavenly stare;
knowing Your Eyes do not leave my presence,
and that Your Wondrous Ways, 
You so lovingly share.

So to hang on Your Vine 
is a wondrous treasure;
one that You alone are able to allow,
and I do indeed cherish 
total dependence,
because it holds me 
and keeps me in Your holy endow.

So many people strive for independence;
thinking it means freedom,
the key to life's all in all,
I'd like to challenge them in that countenance,
oh but first, they must answer Your salvation Call!

AND, oh the joy they will reap
if they do indeed 
fall in love with YOUR heavenly story,
for to bask in Your presence
is forever inviting
hearts to flutter in
the fullness of Your Glory!

"I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit, for without Me you can do nothing." (John 15:5, nkjv)