Still On the Vine
You’ve given me
a harvest
But it’s
rotting on the vine
The grapes that
I’ve grown
Should be
turned into wine
And the wine
should be given
To those who
have thirst
But what is it
that makes me
do everything
else first?
Lord, give me
wisdom
To share what I
have
And not take
the fruit
Right to the
grave
May I complete
what You called
me to.
And glorify
Your name
In all that I
do.
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