wine

like storms around the vine
life was not always fine
last I walked like a blind
with nothing as a sign
heart was aching by spine
nightmares were in my mind
thank God for the dear wine
make the bliss will be mine


lots grapes produced from vine
quench the thirst to be fine
God comes to heal the blind
and give wine His love sign
He makes sure no more spine
in my heart and my mind
bread with a cup of wine
mercy, grace will be mine


........Thanks to Him
........Thanks to Him to give me new heart and life