The Vineyard

O’ daughters of mine the time has come

For you to rise and shine.

To see My hand produce a soil

Of rich and lush grapevines.

Where pruning has cut the old away

So I could make some room

And now’s the time that you shall see

Vineyards of nobler fruit.

You’ve passed from death into life

Indeed more than once

For glory to glory and strength to strength

Requires many deaths of sorts.

The anointing it will be your friend

Faithful till the end

You’ll never have to worry, dear,

Of being alone again.

My power it shall do the work

Simply step into your place

Love the sheep with all your might

And lead them to My grace.