Exloring Life Eternal

The Vine

I see a vine that spans across the earth.
The land of promise where it set its roots –
a rocky place, despite the blessed birth
of Life and Peace – now has so little fruit.

Untended branches fall upon the ground,
but trimmed, the vine grows fast and full of life.
So either fruit is scarce or grapes abound.
The key is application of the knife.

I long to see the local branches grow
and flourish. Knives are sharp and fires burn,
but better truth be told than truth unknown.
So let our lives be changed and hearts return.

Lord, graft in branches from earth's farthest end,
and let them dwell in you to share your grace
until we see that branches do extend
to every heart and home in every place.

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A supposed composer posted the poem.
Promis broken, posed a problem:
& His song fell flat.
Imagine that!
Lying lyres cannot be trusted
for their medals are all rusted.

... Ah, but the Lord, he always can be!
& that is what the poem is about anyways!!

Peace in Christ,
Mert H.
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