ONLY A BRANCH -- by Freda Hanbury
I am the vine, ye are the branches. John 15:5
Tis only a little Branch,
A thing so fragile and weak,
But that little Branch hath a message true
To give, could it only speak.
Im only a little Branch,
I live by a life not mine,
For the sap that flows through my tendrils small
Is the life-blood of the Vine.
No power indeed have I
The fruit of myself to bear,
But since Im part of the living Vine,
Its fruitfulness I share.
Dost thou ask how I abide?
How this life I can maintain?
I am bound to the Vine by lifes strong band,
And I only need remain.
Where first my life was given,
In the spot where I am set,
Upborne and upheld as the days go by,
By the stem which bears me yet.
I fear not the days to come,
I dwell not upon the past,
As moment by moment I draw a life,
Which for evermore shall last.
I bask in the suns bright beams,
Which with sweetness fills my fruit,
Yet I own not the clusters hanging there,
For they all come from the root.
A life which is not my own,
But anothers life in me:
This, this is the message the Branch would speak,
A message to thee and me.
Oh, struggle not to abide,
Nor labor to bring forth fruit,
But let Jesus unite thee to Himself
As the Vines Branch to the root.
So simple, so deep, so strong
That union with Him shall be.
His life shall forever replace thine own,
And his love shall flow through thee;
For His Spirits fruit is love,
And love shall thy life become,
And for evermore on His heart of love
Thy spirit shall have her home,