The Fig Tree

On a hill, not alone, surrounded by no fruit on every side
The season for love may never come
Don't want to stand out alone... I will wait

One day my Lord will come for me
Surely some one will let us know
They've been saying that for years
Maybe one day I'll choose to grow... but you first

Oh wait here he comes for me
Now there is no time for fruit to grow
He looks inside this leafy tree, he's hungry
But there is no good fruit on this soul... Oh no!

I am the fig tree, the fig tree it is me
In a world where God's season never came
I never let God grow in me

Bitterness has overcome
There is nothing good upon me
So now I die with everyone
Withered from the root of my tree
Never to live again

I am the fig tree, the fig tree it is me
In a world where God's season never came
I never let God grow in me

So learn a lesson from me
Stripped of what I thought me to be
Swiftly run to the light ahead
Swiftly run to the light ahead



Credits
Writer(s): John Tunnell
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