wither

he is the vine, we are the branches

we are told to love, but we cannot

we are told to serve, but we want more

we are told to embrace the unembracable, but we shy away

he is the vine, we are the branches

we are told to love mercy, but we thirst for vengence

we are told to turn the other cheek, but we fear pain

we are told to be humble, but we want to know

he is the vine, we are the branches 

we are told to wait, but we squirm

we are told to recieve, but we are proud

we are asked to be intimate, but we are ashamed

he is the vine, we are the branches