Grapes

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.

                 Allen Joseph Abraham                 IV year                 Instrumentation and Control Engineering