On John 15 – by Katie H.
I am the branch
And He the Master.
I begin to grow
When out of disaster
He lifts me up
Out of the mud,
And cleanses me
With his perfect love.
O lift me up, Lord,
Cleanse me true.
Tie me to the trellis,
Close to you.
Keep mire and sickness
Far away,
So that close the Son and Vine
I'll stay.
O make me, Lord,
Your fruit to bear.
Let your love, peace,
And joy be there.
Let others take of my branch
And taste
Only the goodness
Of your great grace.