Fertile Soil

Oh Father,
You know the soil in which I have grown.
Fear has been my fruit;
Consternation has been my crop.
Worldly thorns and thistles threaten me.
Plant me near the river of the water of life!

My child,
Only you can plant yourself in fertile soil
And drink from the Living Water!
It is only then that you will produce branches,
Bear fruit of the Spirit
And become a splendid vine.