Where’s the Fruit?

Matt 7:20  Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.

A trip to a church altar,

A dunk in the river

A prayer born of emotion,

Or a sudden religious shiver,

Money dropped into the plate,

A Baptist pedigree

A family that’s called Christian,

Or a seminary degree,

A Bible on the coffee table,

Dinner prayers that are said

Clothes that fit the by-laws,

Proper hair-do on the head.

But can one attain heaven

Whose life is not in Christ?

Will sins be washed away

Without the Way, the Truth, the Life?

If one’s faith can get them out of bed

On a weekly Sunday morn

Can we assume they even had the faith

From heaven to be reborn?

If a person’s life is just the same

As what it was before

If there is no evidence

They have bowed and made Him Lord.

Then the lack of fruit shows
There’s been no real big change

For we’re promised that when He’s made Lord,

Then all is rearranged.

Don’t tell us how saved you are

By some little prayer you’ve said

But show us by the fruit you bear

And how Jesus is your Head!

Forgive me if you think I judge

That isn’t my intent

I’m just searching for a little fruit

I wonder where it went.