Am I stuck to the vine of life,
Yahshua, Messiah, the vine?
Do I let Him pull me from envy and strife?
Can I call Him mine?
Am I a branch bearing worthwhile fruit,
That is sweet in this world of bitterness?
Am I bearing flowers that have firm roots?
Do I count Yahshua as highest and everything else as less?
If I'm stuck to the vine of life
And I let Him pull me from envy and strife,
If I can call Him mine,
The only true vine...
If I'm bearing sweet fruit
And spiritual flowers with strong firm roots,
If in my life, Yahshua is the most High,
And for my help, upon Him I lie,
Then I am a branch for Yahshua.
Praise be to Yahweh, the father of truth.