A Bearing Fruit Kind of Tree
By: Tara Young
You are the orchard keeper and I am the tree.
My fruit is not as it should be.
How many years have I gone without yield?
Just taking space in your flourishing field.
I’ve had some illness and some mold.
I am not young but very old.
Very old from my own sin,
I chose to allow and even invite in.
Very dry in my roots broken down.
Tangled with sin just a thorn in Your crown.
Blaming the field for the tree without loot.
When I should be filled with a whole bunch of fruit.
Yes Lord I see it that hidden sin.
I fought so hard to keep it in.
I’m sorry for being an empty tree.
Forgive me so I your throne can see.
Renewed, pruned, and repaired help me to be
A bearing fruit kind of tree.