Your Fruit Be Your Pastor

Let your fruit be your pastor Let them your children feed your soul Let them be your final parade Let it rain with hands and feet Let their clapping of thunder Be residual in your heart In them, you are saved. Let it rain with tears and laughter Let them feed your soul Forever after Full of grace Let your worship also, be their glory too. And your glory Be their prince of thieves With each stolen smile A seed to follow you on… In them, you are saved. Treasures are they No one can ever rid themselves fall as a pawn. Let your fruit be your sweet toil and languor Let them your children feed your soul Let their claps of thunder, storm Let them be your final parade In them, you are saved. Your fruit be your pastor Your fruit be your master Your fruit be your pastor In them, you are saved.