I dreamed I saw two family trees
They grew from very different seeds
One stood tall with flowered crowns
And one was bent and bitter
The bitter tree bore sour fruit
That made the people eating do
Wickedness upon the earth
Until they grew to love it
The flowered tree put out its leaves
Which perfumed faintly that bitter breeze
The bent tree's branches shook like snakes
And did their best to kill it
But up the sweetness rose again
Like children rise from water cleansed and
Though the thorns tore at their flesh
They would not stop their singing
Well ages came and ages went
And it seemed the good tree's strength was spent
While the bitter tree kept sprouting strong
And choking out its fragrance
Till one day evil's wicked limbs
Entangled all the hopes of men
And struck that holy heartwood down
And felled the mighty timber
The crooked fingers of that tree
Took hold of earth and made it bleed
And most forgot what goodness was
Or where to go to find it
And holiness decayed to dust
The spinning world gave way to lust
And justice cracked like splintered wood
The world lay in confusion
A tree is known by the fruit it bears
And every day we plant ourselves
In one of two families
In one of these two family trees
But no one saw the twist to come
The prophets of the stump of God
Were killed like fools and all ignored
But underneath the soil
A tender Word beneath the roots
Uncurled until a little shoot
Unfurled into the poisoned air
To raise the ancient family
To stir the dormant seed of faith
And water withered hearts awake
To die upon that bitter tree
And uproot it forever
And one day soon we'll see his face
David's branch will clear away
The stubble where the wicked grew
And Jesus will make all things new