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.
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