He came seeking fruit on the fig tree.

That fig tree bears no fruit, he said, It’s only good for burning. So cut it down and plant some vines Which will give richer earnings.

No, give it one more year, you said, With water and manuring, Then if it does not swell with fruit They’ll be beyond all curing.

Lord thank you for the gift of time To make our love unswerving, And may your spirit draw our hearts To sweeter ways of serving.