We long to taste
   The fruits of our Lord,
But like on a tree
   The fruit is out on the branches.

We have to leave
   The safety of the trunk,
Walking the thin branches,
   Trusting God for a sure foot.

We step out and the fruit is in reach.
   We pick the fruit,
We eat it and are filled with joy.
   What was empty wishing becomes reality.

We could have stood
   With arms clutched around the tree
With eyes gazing upward,
   Saying Lord, I'm hungry.

What is this fruit of Jesus,
   Luring us to come out on the branches,
Filling us with a desire to eat
   Yet unreachable as we grasp the trunk?

Why, its work for Jesus!
   Can't you hear His call
To reach out to the fellowship wayward?
   Let us walk the branches together.

Whose fellowship is wayward?
   Why, they are Christians,
Who claim they don't need
   To go to church anymore.

They got themselves
   In such a trap,
Jesus sends you and me
   To bring them back.

We can walk the branches alone,
   Picking the fruit for Jesus.
But it would be more effective
   If we had help from the ground.

Our local church is such a helper.
   Without them, our walk is risky,
But with support there will be fruit for all,
   And the fellowship wayward will come home.

Read Scriptures Acts 1:8, Romans 15:17-19, Luke 12:35