If trees could talk
In harvest we would hear them cry
Lord, pruning hurts
But for You, I would gladly die

Bring me to life, again
In lonely moments I can see Your Face
Here in the secret place
I lift You up in Spirit and Truth

Your Life In me
The Vine I seek
I am Your sheep
You take care of every need

If trees could talk
In harvest we would hear them cry
Lord, pruning hurts
But for You, I would gladly die

Bring me to life, again
In lonely moments I can see Your Face
Here in the secret place
I lift You up in Spirit and Truth

Your Life In me
The Vine I seek
I am Your sheep
You take care of every need

Your Life In me
The Vine I seek
I am Your sheep
You take care of every need