The Lyrics from Billy's Forest Chapter Thirty Three

I am a poet. One that happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to write inside a special circle of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte NC. In chapter thirty three we openly speak about how life moves so quickly and yet God's fruit seems to grow so slow. What if we took the time to observe what God has given us and relaxed on harvesting until he has given us permission?