Cast out to be destroyed
It is cut off from whence it came
Its former life is void
The broken branch is rescued from
The place where waste is stored
Behold, the days the locusts ate
Can surely be restored
And though it's hope was barren
And its prospects full of strife
The fires have all but burned it up
It shall have abundant life
This chosen branch is grafted in
And joined to the strong root
Now the hardy tree is wounded
So they can bear much fruit
Anthony Foster
Joel 3
Romans 11
January 19, 2013
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