TrueNorthSon - Fruitful Lyrics

Are you producing the fruit that you looking for
Look out for the Loom so that the doom don't come before
Soon and very soon we be swooped up by the Lord of Lords
You producing shoots that droop down when the sun round the corner
A got a bagful, seeds blown out my bagpipe when I'm sowin' truth
Call me distributor, sowing wholesale undiluted fruit juice out my mic like a troubadour
I'm a Chinese and French poet, loaded so I sow it
Sewing machine poking fast to embroider
Lasting goods on your character
I'm coating your soul with another layer of golden goodness
Faithful to prove this is God's good work in the office
I'm a chip off the chopping block
He cut me off from the dead tree, grafted me
Now the sap I bleed is holy
The fruit I produce is totally organic
Rooted in good soil
The crows can't foil my seeds
Now they unfold by beholding the One I need
This my creed: I believe he's the seed of Eve
He's the promised snake crusher, garden restorer
Vinedresser, Momma said I was obsessed
I'm a professor, a possessor of treasure in this clay chest
I was stressed in a scorcher
Now I'm blessed with an orchard

We got the fruit, thank the Lord
We got deep roots, thank the Lord
Nothing to prove, thank the Lord
He's on the move, thank the Lord
We got the fruit, thank the Lord
We got deep roots, thank the Lord
Nothing to prove, thank the Lord
He's on the move, thank the Lord

Abiding by the vine, producing fruit divine
This little light's not even mine
Apart from him, I got no shine
Cut off from the lifeline, I'd be barren hopeless
But when I sip on this wine I be daring coastin'
I wanna make the most of this
Life is counting down
Shotclock, shoot it now
Holy Ghost
Soaking up his flow
Boldly toast
Soli Deo
Gloria - always vogue
My Lord's always a pro, ready to show
How he rolls over his hopeless foes, oh woah
There he goes
Overthrowing the snake with the sword
We just pose while he writes the prose
That's how the story goes
We ran through the it-is-finished line
We keep the pace in this race, this is Guinness time
Not stopping now, this a victory lap
Sweat off the brow, not gonna take a nap, time for a glass his life is on tap

Thank you Lord that you're growing your love in me
So much grace in this case and now I'm loving me
I'm floating lovely like a dove in peace
Cause my Sovereign God's always above me
Thank you for your patience with this patient
I'm waiting for the final saving, and so I'm patient
With those around me
I'm the kind of guy who's becoming kind
Because you found me, safe and sound now I'm
Displaying goodness daily
You keep me faithful because you're faithful to change me
Make me lamb-like, gentle like cashmere
I surrendered the wheel, and now you steer me clear
From hatred and temptation, from wasting my brain in the basement
Your Spirit makes me sacred, now I'm behaving
In line with your divine design, no more straying
I'm playing Simon says,
And you're leading all my ways, yeah

We got the fruit, thank the Lord
We got deep roots, thank the Lord
Nothing to prove, thank the Lord
He's on the move, thank the Lord
We got the fruit, thank the Lord
We got deep roots, thank the Lord
Nothing to prove, thank the Lord
He's on the move, thank the Lord