A tree is known, thus sayeth the LORD 
By the fruit, which it produces 
Thorns and thistles, can't be grown 
On a good tree, that LORD GOD uses 
Vanity, and hate and lust 
Won't come fourth from His limbs 
But joy, and love, and hope and peace 
Sprout forth, from those in HIM 
Longsuffering, patience, and charity 
Spring fourth, within His leaves 
But rage - anger, and jealousy 
Do not come, from His trees 
Slander lies, and all deceits 
Are a bounty, of the lost 
Where forgiveness, grace, and tender mercy 
Are the fruits that share His blossom