I am one worn out tired branch…
And I need the newness of the vine of you to start the hope-life running through the streams of me again.
Lord, be my vine and I’ll be your branch…
But free me please from this withered cut off feeling…
And deliver others from the pain I carve into their branches.
Let your life-giving sap of grace flow into me constantly
That I become unable to survive without it.”
(poem by Macrina Wiedrekehr and adapted by Tiny McPhillips)
“Remain in me, as I remain in you. Just as a branch cannot bear fruit on its own unless it remains on the vine, so neither can you unless you remain in me. I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit, because without me you can do nothing.” John 15:4-5