Fruit

Don't know much about that carpenter He lived in a very different time But most everything that I've heard he said Makes me think we might be reading different lines There was something about turning the other cheek I can't quite square that with your AR-15 He said let the little children come to me But you just watched as they were torn from their families I don't feel the love I don't see the joy But I'm not sure I've got the patience to argue anymore I don't mean to be unkind and I'd like to keep the peace Just looking for the self-control to agree to disagree I remember that old church song from when I was young About how the world would know us by our love Might be a good time to dust that one off Instead of worrying about who's in the club I don't feel the love I don't see the joy But I'm not sure I've got the patience to argue anymore I don't mean to be unkind and I'd like to keep the peace Just looking for the self-control to agree to disagree I always looked down on the red letter crowd Said you can't ignore the truth that you don't like The branches got so busy calling people out We couldn't tell we'd lost touch with the vine I don't feel the love I don't see the joy But I'm not sure I've got the patience to argue anymore I don't mean to be unkind and I'd like to keep the peace Just looking for the self-control to agree to disagree