A poem inspired by John 15

I did not choose you

You chose me

That I might bear fruit

Unlike the fig tree

 

All things pass away

But your word

Which stands forever

Tested, tried and sure

 

You say this fruit lasts

For all time

Never perishing

Out of the true vine

 

No branch can bear fruit

By itself

The vine is the source

For water and health

 

The gardener prunes

For more fruit

Bare branches are gone

As He cuts them loose

 

The branch must remain

On the vine

Never on its own

But like sap on pine

 

The life of a branch

Is not alone

In the need it has

To call a vine home

 

Jesus is the vine

Giving life

Those attached to Him

Are given real sight

 

They are the branches

Those that fear

The almighty God

Who is always near

 

Connected they thrive

Now divine

By faith not by sight

With seal, not just sign

 

Sinner ingrafted

To God’s tree

Forgiven by Him

The captive now free

 

Redemption did cost

Precious blood

The Good Shepherd dead

Revealing true love

 

Yet on the third day

He rises

Atonement is mine

Free as the Son says

 

A servant no more

But now friend

A job to bear fruit

Appointed and sent

 

As life is foreign

So is fruit

To the branch cut off

From the vine and root

 

Help me remain

Draw me close

Abiding in you

My Lord and my boast

 

Secure I will rest

Delighting

In life eternal

And fruit from my King