My Vine Was Dried Up

Oh Lord...

Receive me graciously, because I have fallen by my iniquity..

Take away my unfruitfulness and rid me of my fear.

Redeem me from death and ransom me, from the grave..

For I need your mercy, so I can be saved.

Heal my backsliding and love me so free..

In you all my members, are as light as can be.

A green olive tree, you have planted in my heart..

To bare forth fruit, like a farmer's own mart.

Oh Lord God of heaven, may my ears hear you well..

To minister the gospel and with my voice, I will tell.

Though once upon a time, my branch was so dry..

I pray where grace abound, that I do not need to cry.

My joy in your presence, laid waste till today..

Withered as a wrinkle, lost in decay.

My vine was dried up and my howling was in vain..

But now I lament, so heaven can be my gain.

Awake in me your mercy, to press on to the end..

On days when I languish, I pray you descend.

Let my field be not wasted, nor uncovered in the rain..

For I give thee my sorrow, to rid me of my pain.

All night I lay in sackcloth, with ashes on my head..

Before your face I cry out, as tears flood my bed.

Let me eat in plenty and my barns remain full..

So the wheat in the harvest, might be softer than fine wool.