FRUIT OF THE SPIRIT TREE

The tree was sad, she never had
A single fruit to bear,
While she observed so many trees
Bearing lush fruit ev'rywhere.

God sent His sunshine and His rain,
So she couldn't understand.
For God designed her to bear fruit
When for her life He planned.

She prayed, "Dear God, please let me bear
Much fruit, O Lord, for Thee.
I want to be the fruitful tree
You destined me to be.

Then suddenly ripe fruit appeared
And her limbs bowed to the ground.
The fruit of love and joy and peace
And true kindness did abound.

Patience, goodness, and faithfulness grew
And the fruit of self-control.
When the Spirit filled her humble heart,
Holy rain flooded her soul.

Many birds came to build their nests;
So many you would see.
Fruit lovers came to gather 'round
To marvel at this tree.

She freely gave her fruit away
With a humble attitude,
For now the fruit her limbs would bear
Would feed a multitude.


Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
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