You are The Vine,
and I am a little branch.
When I am proud,
I stubbornly cut myself
off from the Vine,
and I remain in self-love,
and without your grace
my branch dries out
and my fruit shrivels up,
as my soul slowly dies.
But when I am humble,
I remain in your love,
and your delicious grace
surges through me and
thus my fruit sweetens,
as I am born again.
I am just a little branch,
but you are The Vine.