Remembering my maker, I press on.
with the fruits in sack, at the break O' dawn
I find my place, in a garden so rare,
Sign says "Garden of much" but oh, 'tis bare!
You see, 'twas stranded, by man, long ago
Im placed here, Im told my maker will show.
I find a house, Its not too far away.
'Tis a cozy place, and here I shall stay
My armor in tact, I lay myself down
My fruit to plant, I lay it on the ground
sleeping somewhat sound, the sun awakes me
sitting on the table, I look to see.
I notice a man, my maker to greet!
when I get close, a gardener to meet.
He says to me, "You have a job to do,
small fruits is all you need, plant them, can you?
I nod, I have them inside in my bag!
He encouraged me, and showed me what I had.
The first, He told me it was genuine!
Rare, mistaken for one not so devine
I planted it deep, and watered it so!
trying to make sure my fruit rightly grow!
Next fruit he shows me, is one that tastes great
its hard to see, but good at any rate!
Diligently, he showed me all my fruits,
telling me how to raise them, and what suits.
I planted them in the garden of much
I watered them, and cared, is there a such?
My fruits did grow, and bear they did indeed!
here goes, Im ready to go out and feed.
I go out to town, showing my gifts
many smiled, cheered up, thier soul uplifts
I share my stock, giving all I own
I see the more I give, the more has grown
Want to know the fruits I so freely share?
Take them, as I did, Please dont go so bare!
I give you, love, joy, peace, longsuffering
gentleness, goodness, faith, (need buffering?)
meekness and temperance, I give them all
Take them, share them, plant them, and dont fall
God loves all, oh so much, cant we see?
dont grow bitter fruit, youre precious to me
No one is perfect, most have rotten spots
OH! but one did not, and God loved him lots
but for YOU God gave that perfect one to die
so we are forgiven, but some deny
That Jesus Christ loves each of us, and ALL
He'll never allow any of us to fall.
So grow your fruits, and live the life!
you'll cheer up many! and not go in strife!
Show them that life IS a bowl of cherris
Its just how they grow, and who carries