BEAR MUCH FRUIT

BEAR MUCH FRUIT

Leaves, nothing but leaves, season after season,
The branch continues to exist but is barren for some reason.
How terrible it is to feel so useless, such shame and despair,
When season after season, the branch continues to be bare.

The heart longs to be fruitful but weeps in quiet despair,
The soul must come to the throne of grace and plead with God there.
Wherein lies the problem that has caused such bitter barrenness?
What must be done to address this dreadful unfruitfulness?

The Vine Dresser quietly comes alongside and begins to work,
He takes a sharp knife, and His sure hands do not shirk.
There is pain felt as He deals with the sins that stumble,
The heart now fees good and clean and humble.

The branch now learns to abide in the Vine,
Soon little signs of fruit appear in time.
The heart is happy that at last there is scope,
Good fruit is possible to one who had lost hope.

The heart desires to bear much fruit for the Master sweet,
It longs to bear fruit till life on earth is complete.
Bearing much fruit must be life’s main aim,
Then will we truly glorify the Saviour’s name.
John 15:1-11