Reflections on the Vineyard from John
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
by Joshua Bowen
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
by Joshua Bowen
I Am the Vine
I am the vine
and you are the branches
Live in me
and you will never die.
I am the vine
and my father is the keeper
Come to me
Let the Spirit bring you life.
Like a tree planted by the living waters
To stretch the fruits into the living stream
You will show no distress
In the heat of the drought
But still bear fruits and leaves?
Come to me all you heavy laden
My yoke is easy, my burden is light.
I will raise you up on the wings of an eagle.
And through God mountain will fly.
Come to me
Let the spirit bring you life.
by John Michael Talbot
and you are the branches
Live in me
and you will never die.
I am the vine
and my father is the keeper
Come to me
Let the Spirit bring you life.
Like a tree planted by the living waters
To stretch the fruits into the living stream
You will show no distress
In the heat of the drought
But still bear fruits and leaves?
Come to me all you heavy laden
My yoke is easy, my burden is light.
I will raise you up on the wings of an eagle.
And through God mountain will fly.
Come to me
Let the spirit bring you life.
by John Michael Talbot
Jacob van Walscapelle Dutch, 1644 - 1727
