Who bears fruit?

This is a bit of a rare group, a scarce few

Heirs to the kingdom who share rule

We're declared fools

Vision impaired, ensnared dudes

We don't care, boo, hiss, throw chairs and paired shoes

We're prepared to

Perish, embarrassed with pierced wounds

Coz a cleared tomb merits our marriage so where's doom?

We don't fear you

You should be scared of the fierce Groom

He'll appear soon, up in the air, we there too

What's fruit?

It has been confused with much loot

Plus the abundance of stuff coming with funds too

But it's untrue

For others it's dunking in some pool

Or it's tongues, dudes bumping their gums like dumb fools

Other stunts pulled

There's tons of this stuff but none prove

You're among true brethren other than love

Juice from the Son, root who pumps nutrients up through

The above group for us and others to consume

Cuts by Average Joe

When is fruit borne?

When truth spawns a newborn

And the crew swarms to school 'em in doing this new jawn

Then his roots form

Usual doings are poof gone

His new wants are brewing, the suitable proof for 'em

Of his new Source

Dudes who are rooted produce long

They grew strong, communion would fuel 'em to do law

Whether troops storm

In persecution or dudes lost in fooseball, this isn't a seasonal fruit farm

Where does fruit bear?

On fruit bearers, the who's where

But where is the who, and who's where the fruit's scarce

Truly who cares?

To move there to a new sphere

Where truth's rare, subduing it, proving He rules there

Are you too scared?

Dueling with dudes who spew error, produce fear

Refusing is foolish so do share

When in groups paired

Viewed as amusing and crews stare

And the pew's bare, your duty's pursuing the fruit squared

Cuts by Average Joe

Why you bear fruit?

To make you aware that He spared dude

Who fairly shared the despair and the declared doom

With His pierced wounds

Daring to carry the fare due

For their errors, choosing to let them wear and tare through

'Til He's bare

Losing His gear, getting His beard pulled

He's compared to a sheep before shearers (Isaiah 53:7), His hairs wool (Revelation 1:14)

In the near future

When He appears, the air swoons

And His heirs rule under His care in prepared rooms

How's it all work?

God and His squad, the called Church

He set apart and sent to the dark as stars

Search for the lost

Who have also been called to salt earth

And cause thirst to draw them to God and His cross' work

Through the cross' work

The gospel is dropped in the heart first

Which sparks birth, imparting His law and God's Third

So you walk worthy

Modeling all of His odd virtues

You saw burst through the incarnate Jah, firstfruits