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