I am the vine, and you are the branches, I am the vine, and in me, you thrive, cut from my being, you can do nothing, I course through stem and leaf, leaping, alive. I am the vine, and God is the gardener tending the vineyard, burning the waste, pruning the dead shoot, cleaning the good fruit, grapes for the vintage wine, sweet to the taste. I am the vine, and you are the branches, tendrils of faith, reach out and grow strong! You are my friends, with new understanding -- stay in my company, here you belong.