My Jesus, My Savior: A Poem
Leaves are growing
My heart is showing
You're not gonna leave
For me You've already grieved
My Jesus, My Savior
You are the flourishing vine
You are more than divine
Jesus, you see my thorns
My rebellious branches have shown scorn
You still extend your growth, my Jesus, My Savior
Help me to sprout after You prune,
Closer towards Your branches I will bloom,
I want to produce bountiful fruit from my heart,
I know You've wanted that yield from the start,
My Jesus, My Savior...
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