I Will Graft in Unto Them the Branches of Their Mother Tree by Natalie Cosby
“Yea, I will graft in unto them the branches of their Mother tree”
Jacob 5:54
Thank you, Lord
For loving me enough to save me
For looking upon my frostbitten, withering branches
Surrendering dormant to this season of winter
This season of cold and drought
This season of fruitlessness in faith
And instead of plucking me up
Instead of pulling me down
Seeing the fruit that I was made to grow
And vowing to build on my roots
For seeing that they are good
For remembering my Mother
That my roots are in Her
That my growth could be Her growth
That my fruit could be Her fruit
That Her branches could be the healing balm I need
Thank you, Lord of the vineyard
For looking at me and seeing Her
For grafting Her branches in unto me
For remembering that we are both from the olive tree
Thank you, Mother
For sacrificing your branches for my growth
For tying them to my wounds
Your sap the healing balm I need
Letting me grow and heal around your limb
Making it my own
An extension of you that grows within me
For showing me the fruit which you have born,
Which is most precious, which is sweet above all that is sweet,
For giving me a model that I could grow after
For showing me the tree that I could be
Thank you, Mother
For giving me life
For saving me
For teaching me that I am from the olive tree
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