GRAPES
I’m created
tender and sweet
Hanging by
the vine
Amongst
twigs so green
I stay rosy
red
My scent
thereof, a fragrance to my Beloved,
Hidden, yet
by Him I’m known.
The image of
my Maker, I reflect,
And there
bring forth,
The
fragrance of my Beloved, Jesus Christ.
Now, if He may
take me to the winepress
I shall lay
there with no revolt,
Hard pressed
and crushed,
All of me,
ooze out,
My fragrance
multiplies with every press and crush,
I become the
drink my Beloved savors,
Oh, He knows
to place me
Be the
vineyard or the winepress,
I shall
humbly be as He desires.
Anywhere,
purpose remains the same;
To serve,
worship and love Him only,
Thus, for
His glory, I shall be,
At the
vineyard or the winepress.
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Allen Joseph Abraham IV year Instrumentation and Control Engineering |
