Fruit of Faith

Psalm 1:3

You'll be like a tree planted by the river,
Bring forth fruit in its season to deliver;
Whose leaves shall not even wither or die,
Whatever you do shall prosper and beautify;
Consider each of us the same as a tree,
Bear such delicious fruit picked for free;
The stronger your faith, deeper your roots,
Searching for water where the root shoots;
Your trunk flourishes as branches grow,
As the radiant beauty of blossoms glow;
Spring changes into summer as your fruit,
Begins to develop as it becomes absolute;
Come the fall fruit is so luscious and ripe,
Ready for picking, just the perfect type;
Can you imagine if your faith would fade?
You're filled with trouble, feel dismayed;
In the spring there is no blossom flower,
Worthless fruit in the fall tasting sour;
Withering faith, looses all the you achieve,
Use faith God gives to grow and believe.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer

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