A lament
John 15: 1-2
My Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.
(A lament)
It isn’t what I was told… this Christian life.
So many voices made it sound like it would be much smoother;
there definitely should have been more glowing.
But your voice has often called me away from the smooth roads,
called me to the thorny places where people get annoyed,
called me to the fiery places where people are getting burnt.
It doesn’t feel like a peaceful sunny vineyard,
and the fruit seems awful slow.
But this is the place love has led me;
this is the place you have led me;
this is the place you lead me.
My friend.
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