i painted fruit on the barren bough and called it paradise but the green fades fast when its severed from the side and a plastic grace cannot survive the night you are the vine i am just the branches reach the wooden arm extended with nothing of my own to teach if i produce a single thing that is good or true for you / for you i flinch at the shears when the gardener comes close cutting back the wild growth that i loved the most but the steel is not for slaughter it is only for the yield to make room for the new wine in the harvest field cause you are the vine i am just the reach the wooden arm extended with nothing of my own to teach if i produce a single thing that is good or true for you i dont have to strain to be holy i dont have to struggle to grow i dont have to force the blossom or tell the seed where to go give me a new love / give me a new heart / give me a new faith for you "give me a new love / give me a new heart / give me a new faith" for you (give me a new love / give me a new heart / give me a new faith) for you ```give me a new love / give me a new heart / give me a new faith``` for you cut off from you i am firewood; grafted in i am alive im done trying to make it im learning to abide to abide you are the vine
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