Jim Croce wrote a song about a man he meets in basic training. With a little imagination, he came up with this line in 1973:
And it’s bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in this whole town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Even so, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.
A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit.
Either make the tree good and its fruit good, or else make the tree bad and its fruit bad; for a tree is known by its fruit.
What words of a song will be written of your life? You’d better be considering it.
Gary