There’s nothing quite like
The child you’ve longed and prayed for
Now giggling and squirming in your arms
The book you sensed you had inside you
Finally seeing the light of God’s Sun
The cause you’ve spent a lifetime fighting for
At last sweeping up a generation.
Bearing fruit is a central tenet
To being alive;
Its proof that you were here
Proof that you showed up
Proof that you cared
In the end
The scoreboard matters,
And the good reasons we had
For withholding our contributions
Will be ultimately immaterial
And easily dismissed.
But nothing is quite as undeniable
Or as unmissable
As physical manifestations of your hearts desires.
The winds of time and affliction
Can easily blow out even the best of intentions
But nothing holds weight
Quite like fruit.
You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, He may give it to you.