What was he thinking about,
Under the fig tree?
Nathanael must’ve been a smart ass,
A thinker, sitting under the branches
He might’ve been thinking,
We’ve waited so long,
Maybe this is all a sham?
Or how can God be good,
We’re slaves again, Egyptians? Romans?
What difference does it make?
Does anything matter?
Or maybe he just thought about lunch.
Jesus called him a true Israelite,
In whom there was nothing false,
But Nathanael was more impressed
That Jesus knew he was sitting under the tree.