THE VINE

The day is gone, my work is over.
I think of you, my God, my fort,
And in my prayers I kneel lower
Before you,Jesus, Oh, my Lord!

You are my vine, and I discover
That I am just a brench of you
I drink your juice to be recovered
To live with you, to live in you!

Your juice fills heart and makes it open
For serving others with your love.
My soul feels you so close, so often,
As if you've come to me just now.

I think that I am yours forever,
Though I am little in your eyes.
I pray to rise with you to Heaven
And drink your wine in paradise.