You've called me a fruit tree.
But thorns and thistles fill my lonely vines.
I've heard if you'd prune me
Then I could yield crisp fruits and sweetest wines.
I heard a story,
I've heard it said that you take many forms.
A king and an eagle,
A judge, a rock, a shepherd, and a door.
And a weak whisper around me,
A lantern light to guide my feet.
The strongest roots that keep me grounded
A lover who
Says I'll always be His.
You fight as a warrior
You save the weak and set the captives free.
And then like a fortress
You hold us safe and throw away the key.
Your heart is an ocean
So deep and wide, engulfing all the earth.
Your love is ferocious
Like a lionness whose cub has just been birthed.
Just a weak whisper around me,
A lantern light to guide my feet.
The strongest roots that keep me grounded
A lover who
Says I'll always be His.
I'm a liar and a harlot.
I've ran so far and farther still away
I'm proud and conceited
I bring you shame and you keep bringing me back
You've called me your fruit tree,
And like a Father you have helped me grow.
You've trimmed, pruned, and watered
Now taste my fruit and drunk my sweetest wine.
- Lo Ru