Christians are noble trees, we are the planting of God.
In good ground He planted us, with an approving nod.
He waters us with grace, we're fertilized with love -
Carefully He prunes us, not too much, but just enough.
God monitors our growth, we're never out of His sight;
He quickly intervenes, when something isn't right.
While some trees grow slowly, and others grow fast;
What God is most concerned about, is fruit that will last.
Oh so patient He is with those trees that are fruitless;
They receive special care, and He loves them no less.
God is long-suffering, He waits many, many years…
Over a tree that's dead and barren, He cries bitter tears.
Other trees make God smile, when tender buds appear.
The Father knows: A harvest of Christ-like virtues is near.
Love, joy, peace, kindness, gentleness and generosity -
These are all among the good fruits God loves to see.
By stormy weather now and then, He is not alarmed;
From all evil Jesus shields us, so we won't be harmed.
Our leaves will not wither, no matter what we might face;
We'll survive any drought, if we remain in God's grace.
Christians will never be uprooted, if in Jesus we abide -
We are the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified!