The Fig Tree's Hope

[Intro]
In a vineyard, quiet and deep,
A tree stood waiting, secrets to keep.
Years went by, silent and still,
Hoping for a sign, a little thrill.

[Verse 1]
A man planted a fig tree, in the soil so rich,
He came to find fruit, but it was all a ditch.
Three years of waiting, hope in his eye,
But no sign of life, no devout reply.

[Pre-Chorus]
He said, "Cut it down, what’s the use?"
But the caretaker pleaded, 'Give it a truce.'
"Let’s nurture, let’s tend, give a chance more,
Maybe next year, it will surely pour.

[Chorus]
Oh, patience in the garden of grace,
Waiting for the fruit, shadows we chase.
Sometimes we need to hold, to let grow,
In faith, in hope, in the love we show.

[Verse 2]
Fertilize the roots, dig around,
In quiet faith, hope is found.
What seems wasted, can be renewed,
A horizon bright, a different view.

[Pre-Chorus]
He said, "Give it time to bloom and grow,"
The gardener’s voice gentle and low.
"Next year, if still so bare,
It’s then to cut, but I’m hoping it’ll bear."

[Chorus]
Oh, patience in the garden of grace,
Waiting for the fruit, shadows we chase.
Sometimes we need to hold, to let grow,
In faith, in hope, in the love we show.

[Bridge]
In the silence of waiting, lessons unfold,
In the quietest moments, stories are told.
A symbol of patience, love in disguise,
A gentle reminder beneath the skies.

[Outro]
So let us nurture, let us believe,
In every ending, a new reprieve.
The tree may wait in the vineyard’s song,
In hope and love, where we belong.

Spiritual folk ballad, gentle acoustic guitar, soft vocals, reflective mood