Hear my voice and hear it well
For there are many voices
Waiting to trip you up
To defect, to deter you
From that which is best
The very best I have for you.
I can use all things that come into your life
To bring good to you
For you are mine
And I am yours
And we inter-twine.
What affects you, affects me.
What hurts you, hurts me.
We can no longer separate ourselves
Without a wrenching
Without a breaking of the branches of the vine.
Truly I am the vine and you are the branches
How can we be separate?
There is to be no breaking unless I prune.
Where there is a breaking or a tearing that is not of me
There is damage to the vine.
I am the vine, you are the branches
We are truly inter-twined.
You are inter-twined with each other.
Take care not to over-crowd one another.
There is plenty of room.
Gently inter-twine with one another.
This enables me to prune.
My timing is always right
For each part of my vine.
I know where I would have a reaching out
And where I would restrict.
I have a plan and a purpose
I have the blue-print in my hand.
Abide in me
Rest in me
I am the best husbandman.