Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A Poem

by Becky

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...

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.
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