As plants sit there in the field
Waiting to grow and give their yield
They first drink of the water
And then sit there as the sun becomes so much hotter
And like them that’s what we do
As we drink of the living water too
Sitting there and watching as the Son grows hotter
As God removes from our lives all the needless fodder
So that we can sit and slowly ripen on the vine
To become a fruit of a different kind
Allowing us to produce our yield
As we grow out there in the field
And in turn we’re able to feed the masses
Never worrying about social classes
Always satisfying their appetites
With the ways of God that are right
-- William B., Adult