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.