Fig tree

I am like a fig tree which has grown no fruit
Like a lantern under a basket
Like a city hiding in the valley
I too often run in the wrong direction
And if this is a race, I'm out of shape
When will your patients end?
When will you give me what I deserve?
when like that fig tree, will you chop me down
when will you burn me? Destroy me?

You're like the gardener helping me grow
you remove the basket and put me up high
build me up on a hill above darkness
guide me back in the right direction
my trainer, making sure I'm in shape
Your grace and love strength me
You got everything that I deserve.
So help me to cling to you Oh Lord
Burn away the bad, strengthen the good.