Weeping
How Faithless I Am
How Faithful You Are
Be Miserable and Mourn and Weep;
Let you Laughter be turned into Mourning and
Your Joy to Gloom
Humble Yourself
Humble Yourself
In the Presence
Of the Lord
The Great Vine-Dresser
Pruning
Painful
Weeping
So That I May Bear Much Fruit
Removing All That Inhibits Bearing Much Fruit
Removing
Apart From Me You Can Do NOTHING....
Nothing
nothing
JOY
We are told these things
Your Joy
Joy Made Full
As You Have Loved Me
So, I must love others...
You Have loved Me
So, I am designed to love others...
becoming more faithful by your hand
pruned to bear much fruit
much fruit
some fruit?
much fruit
Prune Me, Beloved Father
I trust you, help my unbelief
much fruit
some fruit?
much fruit
Prune Me, Beloved Father
I trust you, help my unbelief
The Faithless loved by You Who Is Faithful
Friend
it hurts to be pruned. and it's scary.
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oh that I wouldn't be too scared.
amy