Bare fruit.

The barren tree lies waste
Offers no fruit, nothing to taste
Only dying limbs
But life remains within

The leaves have given in
Plummeted to their end again
Now it stands so thin
No covering for what it's always been.

The heart becomes like limbs
Cracks and breaks when bent
Reaching for what's sent
But blown and tossed by wind

I'm crying out towards you
Tell me my deepest fears aren't true
Tell me the old has been made new
Tell me more than this is due

The season comes and goes
What once was dead, now grows
I think I'm seeing green
Finally the covering

The tree now stands so tall
It has so far again to fall
Pray the next time I'm made bare
I'll root myself and feel the wear.

Hope is trusting in His Goodness.

The outward gaze
The inward Need
Brought to a place
Where all is freed

I've chosen to tell of
The Need within
A step of Trust
My heart of sin

The Need exposed
No means to fill
Leaves me vulnerable
To Your will

What if Your will
Is not as mine?
Mine is relief
Yours Divine

What if my Need
Is never filled?
What if my hopes
Are never stilled?

Better to be Yours
Though never whole
Than to receive all things
And lose my soul