I am a branch that fell to the ground,
I pulled away from the Vine; my sins had me bound.
God cut me loose because I bore no fruit.
I struggled and tried, but could not grow a root.
Without the Vine, I can do nothing.

I was lost and alone, fearful for my life.
Fighting within myself, facing internal strife.
I cried out for help as I lay there on the ground,
You lifted me up and whispered, "You have been found."
Without the Vine, I can do nothing.

With Your mercy and a miracle, You reattached me.
I began to heal and finally I see,
You watched and waited with pain in Your heart,
Hoping at any moment I would ask for a fresh start.
Without the Vine, I can do nothing.

When that moment came to pass,
You cradled me like delicate glass.
My Gardener put me back in my place,
Oh, I am thankful for Your love and grace!
Without the Vine, I can do nothing.

The Vine and the branch, our love flows free.
For You, I will bear my fruit, just wait and see.
Your mercy, grace, and love allows me to bloom,
With You, I have no fear of whatever may loom.
Without the Vine, I can do nothing.

We are now one, You in me and me in You,
Forever sharing together all the good we do.
My feelings are Yours and Yours are mine,
Our spirits and hearts, united, intertwined.
Because without the Vine, I can do nothing.