I am nothing of myself,
just a branching sailing in the wind,
nothing to sustain me,
failure an inevitable reality.
No fruit to speak of,
the withering of my leaves shows
no one’s feeding nutrients and moisture
to the rest of me.
Waiting to be carried away,
slated for a fiery end,
I’m nothing but something that will provide heat
until my ashes mark my death.
A death that’s lonely, only a memory of my presence…..
The presence of the Almighty God robed in flesh
came to make a difference,
The Passover Lamb slain to receive power,
riches, wisdom, strength, and honor can now live in us.
Receiving the finished work of Christ
by believing in His name changes our condition.
Once forgotten, now accepted,
once condemned, now repentant,
we can become all things in Him.
If we abide in that secret place,
allow Him to abide in our darkest places,
He’ll make us divinely connected.
His sustenance would flow through us,
causing leaves to grow and fruit to show,
the evidence of His faithfulness.
With Him we can do all things,
but without Him we can do nothing
but await the fire, fruitless…….
By Marshall Jones
