Come, rest awhile put up your feet;

Sit back, relax and take a break....

I’ll introduce; want you to meet

The One who taught me, for my sake.

 

The lesson that He taught me here

Was one that set me free indeed

For I’m a branch that fruit should bear

And not the vine, the branch does feed.

 

“I am the Vine” the Master taught;

My Father is the one that cares

For branch, and vine. It’s he who brought

The harvest from the fruit it bears.

 

How oft’, my reader have you tried

To bring forth fruit on own accord?

And in your own strength have relied

To hopefully find some reward?

 

The branch: it cannot bear apart

From vine to which it is attached.

And so it is with your own heart

If from the Master it’s detached.

 

His grace toward’s us does abound.

For when in Him we will abide,

And fruit is on our branches found;

The Father will be glorified.

 

Again the Master here will tell

That when in Him we will abide

And all His words remember well

We need but ask, he will provide.

 

The Master gave the reason too;

His love to us, you will recall;

These things that I have said to you

Are that your joy may be made full.

 

“Abide in Me, and I in you”

The Master beckons us to rest,

And cease from strife, for when we do

He gives to us the very best.

 

a Casey Overbeek Dec 2004