What, barren here! in this so good a soil? <br />The sight of this doth make God's heart recoil <br />From giving thee his blessing; barren tree, <br />Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be! <br />Art thou not planted by the water-side? <br />Know'st not thy Lord by fruit is glorified? <br />The sentence is, Cut down the barren tree: <br />Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be. <br />Hast thou been digg'd about and dunged too, <br />Will neither patience nor yet dressing do? <br />The executioner is come, O tree, <br />Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be! <br />He that about thy roots takes pains to dig, <br />Would, if on thee were found but one good fig, <br />Preserve thee from the axe: but, barren tree, <br />Bear fruit, or else thy end will cursed be! <br />The utmost end of patience is at hand, <br />'Tis much if thou much longer here doth stand. <br />O cumber-ground, thou art a barren tree. <br />Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be! <br />Thy standing nor they name will help at all; <br />When fruitful trees are spared, thou must fall. <br />The axe is laid unto thy roots, O tree! <br />Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-the-barren-fig-tree-in-god-s-vineyard/
