By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Prune me and press me,
And make me for more;
I don’t want a basket,
I want three or four.

Filled with a fruit,
In the process of wine;
You as the Dresser,
And head of the vine.

Cut and remove,
Every self-bearing weed;
That hinders the growth,
Of the life-bearing seed.

Test me and try me,
And purge me within;
That I will be fruitful,
And multiply men.
“I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in Me, and I in him,
the same bringeth forth much fruit;
for without Me, ye can do nothing.”
John 15:5