karl.wolfgang (Appalachian Son)
New Life
From the darkness of Winter’s night
Emerges the Eternal’s Spring light.
Gone is the old life of strife.
In its place – a new life.
Within the wilderness grows a vine;
its fruit makes the sweetest of wine.
WOLFgang
Jesus: I am the true vine, and My Father is the keeper of the vineyard. My Father examines every branch in Me and cuts away those who do not bear fruit. He leaves those bearing fruit and carefully prunes them so that they will bear more fruit; already you are clean because you have heard My voice. Abide in Me, and I will abide in you. A branch cannot bear fruit if it is disconnected from the vine, and neither will you if you are not connected to Me. John 15: 1 - 4
“This Is What You Do” - Bethel Music
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgfLsXcb9IE&feature=kp
It's always like springtime with You, making all things new
Your light is breaking through the dark
This love it is sweeter than wine
Bringing joy, bringing life
Your hope is rising like the dawn
The mundane: Photographers flock to capture the color of Autumn leaves: few understand the glories of fresh green as leave emerge from a Winter's sleep.
New Life
From the darkness of Winter’s night
Emerges the Eternal’s Spring light.
Gone is the old life of strife.
In its place – a new life.
Within the wilderness grows a vine;
its fruit makes the sweetest of wine.
WOLFgang
Jesus: I am the true vine, and My Father is the keeper of the vineyard. My Father examines every branch in Me and cuts away those who do not bear fruit. He leaves those bearing fruit and carefully prunes them so that they will bear more fruit; already you are clean because you have heard My voice. Abide in Me, and I will abide in you. A branch cannot bear fruit if it is disconnected from the vine, and neither will you if you are not connected to Me. John 15: 1 - 4
“This Is What You Do” - Bethel Music
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgfLsXcb9IE&feature=kp
It's always like springtime with You, making all things new
Your light is breaking through the dark
This love it is sweeter than wine
Bringing joy, bringing life
Your hope is rising like the dawn
The mundane: Photographers flock to capture the color of Autumn leaves: few understand the glories of fresh green as leave emerge from a Winter's sleep.