He’s a Peach of a Saviour

He’s a peach of a Saviour,
He’s the apple of my eye.
He prunes back my branches,
When my branches get too high.
He bears His fruit in season,
And His love will never die.
And that’s why I’m bananas for the Lord!
Glory, glory, we’re the branches!
Glory, glory, we’re the branches!
Glory, glory, we’re the branches!
And that’s why I’m bananas for the Lord!