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Clinging to the tips of
their wings,
Earthly happiness
Is a waddling of ducks near
a pond,
Their down so soft to touch
you can't help but want to pet them,
And though you give chase
and even get near,
They suddenly upward
flap, fly away,
Always just out of reach.
Not so with heavenly happiness.
And may I say it plain:
Jesus is the grape vine,
and we are His branches.
Abide in Him as such,
and we will bear fruit,
much fruit, for apart
We will bear nothing
and we will be pruned,
gathered, and burned.
In this our joy is complete,
when Jesus' joy is full in us,
ours then overflows.
Draw near, my friends
and stay near; that's how
in Him, true happy goes.
John 15:11
Psalm 16:11
Romans 15:13 |
