The Dresser cuts
with iron nails
tearing the skin of every fig
letting each hole, sap to bleed
hastening growth's bloom,
and then He gathers as He wills
a most ripened fruit.

The Dresser comes
taking each nail
tearing His most precious skin
leaving each hole, blood to bleed
hastening our life's bloom,
while the Father gathers up
His most cherished One.

The Dresser calls
and like little Zacchaeus
who wanted so to see
we too must run like mad
and climb with haste those branches rare,
His arms gathering us sure
to rest for eternity.