A farmer had an orchard,
Where he grew apple trees.
So many, they were hard to count.
As far as you could see.
God visited the orchard.
He placed His hand upon a tree.
He said, You’ll grow no apples.
You’ll grow oranges now for Me.
So the tree grew many oranges.
As juicy as could be.
A miracle was done that day.
For all the world to see.
So people came to see it.
And glorified the Lord.
They fell down and worshipped Him.
Their praise was God’s reward.
But those of hardened hearts who came,
Looked only at the leaves.
In man’s own understanding said,
It’s still an apple tree.
KAPoe