Galatians 5:22-23
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.

2 Corinthians 11:14
And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.

In gardens deep where shadows play,
Two trees arise at break of day.
One whispers sweet with stolen light,
The other stands in truth’s pure height.

The first bears fruit of Satan’s art—
Deception cloaked in angel’s heart.
Rotten at core, though fair to see:
Immorality in finery,
Rebellion’s pride that scorns the throne,
Violence that breaks the meekest bone,
Perversions twisted, dark and vile,
That lure the soul with honeyed guile.
“Freedom!” it cries, yet binds in chains;
“Light!” it beams, but endless pains.
The angel of light, with lying tongue,
Deceives the many—old and young—
Leads wanderers down the wide, smooth road,
To flames eternal, heavy load.
Its harvest rots before the eyes,
Breeds hatred, chaos, hollow cries.

But lo! The Tree of Calvary’s grace,
Rooted in Christ, in holy place.
Its branches heavy, ripe, and true,
Bear Spirit’s fruit for me and you:
Love that forgives and heals the deep,
Joy that sings though trials steep,
Peace that guards the troubled mind,
Patience in storms, serene and kind.
Kindness that serves without a score,
Goodness that shines forevermore,
Faithfulness that holds the line,
Gentleness like Master’s vine,
Self-control that tames the wild—
These fruits make pure the Father’s child.

Oh, know the difference, soul awake!
Test every spirit for heaven’s sake.
The enemy’s mask is bright and bold,
But leads to death in chains of gold.
The Christ’s own fruit brings life and light,
Transforms the dark to morning bright.
Choose well the tree your hands will tend—
Eternal harvest without end.

Discern the roots by what they yield:
Rotten ruin or Spirit-filled.
For many walk the deceiver’s path,
Yet narrow way escapes the wrath.
Abide in Him, the True Vine strong,
And bear good fruit where you belong.