Lyrics: Steven Curtis Chapman. Show Yourselves To Be.
Sweet are the branches growing the fruit that comes from the vine
But these are just branches blown by the wind holding on to life
I want to be like them holding on to the One whose life is mine
And I know as I follow Him, His life will surely show in me
He said you will show yourselves to be the ones who follow Me
By the evidence you leave along the way
They will know that you are Mine like the branches on the vine
If you show yourselves to be following Me
Faith joins our hearts to Him, it's not a result of anything we do
But if we are part of Him, there will be reasons to believe it's true
The fruit cannot help but grow if the branch is joined into the tree
And love cannot help but show in the one who goes where Jesus leads
He said you will show yourselves to be the ones who follow Me
By the evidence you leave along the way
They will know that you are mine like the branches on the vine
If you show yourselves to be
Planted in the fertile soil of quiet times
Watered by the rains of trouble, growing toward the sun that shines
They'll know that you are Mine like the branches on the vine
If you show yourselves to be following me
So show yourselves to be following Me
But these are just branches blown by the wind holding on to life
I want to be like them holding on to the One whose life is mine
And I know as I follow Him, His life will surely show in me
He said you will show yourselves to be the ones who follow Me
By the evidence you leave along the way
They will know that you are Mine like the branches on the vine
If you show yourselves to be following Me
Faith joins our hearts to Him, it's not a result of anything we do
But if we are part of Him, there will be reasons to believe it's true
The fruit cannot help but grow if the branch is joined into the tree
And love cannot help but show in the one who goes where Jesus leads
He said you will show yourselves to be the ones who follow Me
By the evidence you leave along the way
They will know that you are mine like the branches on the vine
If you show yourselves to be
Planted in the fertile soil of quiet times
Watered by the rains of trouble, growing toward the sun that shines
They'll know that you are Mine like the branches on the vine
If you show yourselves to be following me
So show yourselves to be following Me
Steven Curtis Chapman
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