True Vine

True vine I love,

You are the branches

Root I am, Remain the stars above

I love you; my love,

Like newborn babies long,

Pure milk grows taste in the word

Illuminating to be the outset verse

True vine I love

No need to be ashamed,

Depending upon new doctrine decrees,

The vine stands forever,

The grass withers, the flowers fade,

By the washing of regeneration,

renewing answered on the basis of deeds,

True vine I love,

No grapes, no figs, no garden, nor thee

Before the sun and the moon,

Nor the valley host,

Shall be dug upon,

For the face if the earth

Voice of Mirth's

Scribes in ink in veins,

True vine I love,

Each leaf is truth

Hopefulness of merciful grace

Stems out Darkness thy light,

Blessed thee is praised faith

neither height nor depth,

will be able to separate us

But true vine I love

Your Which I admire in secret,

Albeit universe cannot hide

neither angels and demons

Counselor chief, heir

Bread of life the way

by Lamb of God

Love you true vine my love