You are the Source
and I am the branch
without You
I lack

what's there to boast
when everything is given
by the Source
and we are merely branches

The fruits we bear
should not be our pride
it's the Source's
We are the transmitter

so many branches
break away
shrivelled
and dried up

some other branches
are grafted in
they grow stronger
and bear much fruit

don't break away beloved,
He hears your prayers
set out plans for your life
and He says it's good.

If there is one word
to sum up what I've learnt so far
in all the hustle n bustle
"surrender"