If trees could talk In harvest we would hear them cry Lord, pruning hurts But for you, I would gladly die Bring me to life, again In lonely moments I can see your face Here in the secret place I lift you up in spirit and truth Your life in me The vine I seek I am your sheep You take care of every need If trees could talk In harvest we would hear them cry Lord, pruning hurts But for you, I would gladly die Bring me to life, again In lonely moments I can see your face Here in the secret place I lift you up in spirit and truth Your life in me The vine I seek I am your sheep You take care of every need Your life in me The vine I seek I am your sheep You take care of every need