WordChimes poetry chimes
Chime Of The Day
Poetry Chimes
Newest Poems
Featured Poet
Poet Chimers
Child Chimes
Chime Links
ENC--Class of '55
WordChimes Founder Quentin Clingerman
Contact Us

The Vine
Viewed Last 24 Hours: 0 time

By Michael P. Johnson
Other Poems by Michael P. Johnson

The Vine

God has a garden where everything grows

White desert orchid cactus black rose

Vegetables fruit trees stout and fine

Bushes and shrubs The Gardenerís Vine

Godís the Gardener, Jesus the Vine

We are the branches producing wine

Only by grace such wonders are done

Powerís received through Godís Lamb and Son

Bide in the Vine Heavenís true link

Virtues acquired when Christís blood we drink

Life grows eternal here and now

To those who now to Jesus bow

Embrace the Light accept lifeís flow

Drink of The Truth righteous to grow

Consort the Stream of life divine

Receive loveís strength through Heavenís Vine

Beware Godís Flame dry boughs devour

Others wax stout pulsating power

Harvesters toil, with song rejoice

Gathering fruit of The Gardenerís choice

Yet still for more, The Gardener yearns

Eager with sickle and sheers He turns

Fruitless dry limbs careful Heíll prune

Purging parasites, seeking to ruin

Freeing of worm, of choking weed

Arid branches Fire Heíll feed

With greatest care Heíll tend the weak

Who from His hand nourishment seek

The Gardener waits till all is right

Just like a thief waiting night

Swiftly coming well satisfied

To bring His harvest safe insideÖ

Timely Comments on this Poem

No comments currently exist for this poem.

Submit Your Comment

(will be kept private)

Please enter the code above into the box below:

Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Last Updated: Wednesday, October 31, 2012

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

Other Poems by Michael P. Johnson

[Add Your Poem]

[Chime Of The Day] [Poetry Chimes] [New Chimes] [Poet Chimers] [Blog] [Chime Links] [ENC--Class of '55] [Home]