Fruitful
TrueNorthSon
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Are you producing the fruit that you looking for Look out for the Loom so that the doom don't come before Soon and very soon we be swooped up by the Lord of Lords You producing shoots that droop down when the sun round the corner A got a bagful, seeds blown out my bagpipe when I'm sowin' truth Call me distributor, sowing wholesale undiluted fruit juice out my mic like a troubadour I'm a Chinese and French poet, loaded so I sow it Sewing machine poking fast to embroider Lasting goods on your character I'm coating your soul with another layer of golden goodness Faithful to prove this is God's good work in the office I'm a chip off the chopping block He cut me off from the dead tree, grafted me Now the sap I bleed is holy The fruit I produce is totally organic Rooted in good soil The crows can't foil my seeds Now they unfold by beholding the One I need This my creed: I believe he's the seed of Eve He's the promised snake crusher, garden restorer Vinedresser, Momma said I was obsessed I'm a professor, a possessor of treasure in this clay chest I was stressed in a scorcher Now I'm blessed with an orchard We got the fruit, thank the Lord We got deep roots, thank the Lord Nothing to prove, thank the Lord He's on the move, thank the Lord We got the fruit, thank the Lord We got deep roots, thank the Lord Nothing to prove, thank the Lord He's on the move, thank the Lord Abiding by the vine, producing fruit divine This little light's not even mine Apart from him, I got no shine Cut off from the lifeline, I'd be barren hopeless But when I sip on this wine I be daring coastin' I wanna make the most of this Life is counting down Shotclock, shoot it now Holy Ghost Soaking up his flow Boldly toast Soli Deo Gloria - always vogue My Lord's always a pro, ready to show How he rolls over his hopeless foes, oh woah There he goes Overthrowing the snake with the sword We just pose while he writes the prose That's how the story goes We ran through the it-is-finished line We keep the pace in this race, this is Guinness time Not stopping now, this a victory lap Sweat off the brow, not gonna take a nap, time for a glass his life is on tap Thank you Lord that you're growing your love in me So much grace in this case and now I'm loving me I'm floating lovely like a dove in peace Cause my Sovereign God's always above me Thank you for your patience with this patient I'm waiting for the final saving, and so I'm patient With those around me I'm the kind of guy who's becoming kind Because you found me, safe and sound now I'm Displaying goodness daily You keep me faithful because you're faithful to change me Make me lamb-like, gentle like cashmere I surrendered the wheel, and now you steer me clear From hatred and temptation, from wasting my brain in the basement Your Spirit makes me sacred, now I'm behaving In line with your divine design, no more straying I'm playing Simon says, And you're leading all my ways, yeah We got the fruit, thank the Lord We got deep roots, thank the Lord Nothing to prove, thank the Lord He's on the move, thank the Lord We got the fruit, thank the Lord We got deep roots, thank the Lord Nothing to prove, thank the Lord He's on the move, thank the Lord
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