Another Reason Why

O thou whose life of joy seems reft,
Of beauty shorn;
Whose aspirations lie in dust,
All bruised and torn,

Rejoice, tho' each desire, each dream,
Each hope of thine
Shall fall and fade; it is the hand 
Of Love Divine

That holds the knife, that cuts and breaks 
With tenderest touch,
That thou, whose life has borne some fruit
May'st now bear much.

(Annie Johnson Flint, from Streams in the Desert)

TV~  (Today's Verse)
I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing... [John 15:5]