Psalm 128 — You Are The Vine
O, you are the Vine at the heart of my home;
You are planted by Waters so sweet,
And I bear the fruit of the work of Your hands:
Together with You I’m complete.
We sit at the banqueting table to feast,
Cups brimming with oil and with wine;
Arrayed in Your raiment of rainbows and light,
Yes, I will abide in the Vine.
For You are my Rose, You’re my Lily, O God,
And Your Name is like ointment poured forth.
O, may I see good all the days of my life,
Together with You at my hearth.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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