I wrote this acrostic poem last year. It's inspired by John 15, so I thought I'd share it. Hope that's okay. Sometimes abiding means being pruned...
I am grafted to the Vine
Nurtured when with Him combined.
Created to bear fruit,
He is my source and root.
Refined because He prunes
I will not doubt Him soon.
Sustained and strengthened with His life
Trained by Him, I trust His knife.