I am a small and lonely grape,
Clutching to the vine,
Waiting for the day when I`ll become my Savior`s wine!
Oh, wouldn`t French cuisine just yearn it,
I`ve eternity to ferment,
But knowing me I`d end up ripple
In a cellar of cheblis.
Are you a small and lonely grape
Clutching to the vine,
Waiting for the day when you`ll become your Savior`s wine?
Don`t give up hope ye heavy laden,
You don`t want to be a raisin;
There`s a grape grape joy in Jesus,
In the vineyard of the Lord.