Help Me God To Bare More Fruit

help me God to bare more fruit. The ones around me thrown away my vine. It is getting harder to find my crop that I belong to. My branches are falling apart. you have put me here on good ground. Surrounded by weeds their seeds only scatter all around me. some are good they're just misunderstood. Some are bad they make me feel sad. The rest are unknown, not visible in my sight. I just might find a few brand new to my garden. Sprouting up new growth, I have new seeds to get to know. Abundance of produce found here. Now it is becoming clear. Why you keep pruning me. for me to see what I am meant to be. To all those seeds around me transformed me into fruit. I have known I've been hidden in the shade at first. Now the Sun unveiled face. I found my resting place. Amen