Pruned

Striped naked
Every branch laid bare
Not even a green leaf
Only a dried up stump in the ground
Just the scent of spring
Would be enough to remember
The days of richest fruit
Each branch stretching beyond the next
With lush and greenest leaf
Oh never to forget
The roots that run deep
Holding on to the strongest rock
Which will never lose it’s grip
Then once His pruning work is done
The buds begin to bloom
The fruit spreads out upon each branch
Fully laden they now hang
Many a weary stranger finds
Shelter under its majestic shade
The Master always brings
Life up from the grave
When you look with eyes of faith
You will see
His touch in everything.

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