grape, grape joy

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