Being Fruitful
Go be fruitful.
I am the source.
I am the vine.
You are the branch.
I chose you not
for what you can do
but rather what
I do through you.
Don’t let guilt for sin
imprison you.
Instead hear what
I want you to do.
Those I love I prune.
In pain you find me.
Like a loving father
disciplines his son.
Be careful My beloved.
Prune only what is dead.
Don’t pull up the grain
when you seek the weeds.
© Presbypoet, May 22, 2000
Revised January 27, 2005
How does God need to prune you?
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