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Lord, I'm but a branch here,
And You are my vine;
I sometimes get tangled
And get all entwined.
It's then that You purge me
With your loving hand;
So I will be fit to
Obey Your command.
Without You, I'm nothing,
This is all so true;
Your vine is my strength for
This branch to grow through.
So prune me away Lord,
And shape me to please;
To serve and obey You
With love and with ease.
For my heart's desire,
While branched from Your vine,
Is sharing with others
My Jesus, Divine!
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