I’m a tender branch connected to the Vine,
Secure in the Jesus, a delicate soul am I.
In the Vine, I produce much fruit,
Full of life am I in the Lord Christ.
The winds pull at my link,
My connection is nearly torn by Satan.
I cry out for rescue from the tempest,
Out of the temptations, I plead for help.
The Divine Vine shields me from the wind,
My King delivers me from enticements.
In the Holy Vine, I will abide,
My life will stay in the Lord Jesus.
In the majestic Vine I will grow,
My soul will strengthen in the Almighty.
For I’m a fruitful branch of the Vine,
A fulfilled life I have in Christ Jesus.