No Shortcuts

 

To every thing there is a season

In every time there is a plan

There must be a preparation

And a tilling of the land

And there must be a time of planting

When seeds are sown so tenderly

Then a time when they are nourished

When the rains come gradually.

 

There is no shortcut to the harvest

No way God's plan to rearrange

Only one  way to maturity

The growing season brings its change

There's no shortcut to fulfillment

No easy way to find you're blessed

But the way that God has ordained

Brings forth fruit that is the best

 

The tending of the new growth

The pruning of the worthless beanch

The  defense from pests that gather

To steal the life of the plant

And then will come the time of harvest

Gathering the seed and fruit

One to feed and nourish others

The other starts another  root.

 

There is no shortcut to the harvest

No way God's plan to rearrange

Only one  way to maturity

The growing season brings its change

There's no shortcut to fulfillment

No easy way to find you're blessed

But the way that God has ordained

Brings forth fruit that is the best

 

Anthony Foster February 12, 2003