Текст песни: Amy Grant. Grape, Grape Joy.

(Amy Grant)

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 cusisine just yearn it
I've eternity to ferment
But knowing me I'd end up rippled
In a cellar of chablis

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
'Cause there's a grape, grape joy in Jesus
In the vineyard of the Lord