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On the way to my destiny
I came upon an unyielding tree,
saying, “I have not yet any fruit for thee,
go thy merry way.”
I then answered, “Tree, it is my season,
I am here by my destiny’s reason.
Yield to me now, my promised fruit,
while it is yet called TODAY.
The tree feared answering,
“Reach to the highest twig,
There you’ll find one ripened fig,
Take it if suits you now,
For you have just what you say.”
The moral of this story is receive,
Let not even nature make you disbelieve,
The fig tree learned a long time ago,
When Jesus came it’s way.