Lord you’re doing
So much in our lives
To bring a deeper growth
A time of pruning
The withered branches
So healthier ones can grow
Though it is painful
And hard to endure
It is needful in our lives
For without it we’d be
An unhealthy tree
And may wither away and die
To keep on producing
The fruit of the Lord
We need to have sin cut out
Then new branches will come
And we’ll flourish again
As the new shoots begin to sprout
Then we will produce
From the seeds God planted
Fruit that will never rot
Ripened by God
And picked in its season
Is the Lord’s abundant crop!
