Friday, March 10, 2006

A Tiny Mustard Seed

When faith is like a flicker of flame beaten against by the wind...


I hold a tiny mustard seed
And rests upon my fingertips
It looks as though it has been made
To lay on the ground
Attention unpaid

The wind comes and takes it away
The tiny seed does not intend to stay
Where it shall go, it does not know
It rests upon the wind alone

The seed submits to the dancing of the wind
It seeks not to follow its own dream
Yet, nor does the wind tarries without care
It wills for the seed to green a land so bare.

The seed reaches its home, behold!
A miracle begins to unfold
For what a towering tree it will soon grow
My faith is that mustard seed,
I am told.

2 Comments:

Blogger jacksons said...

So the mustard seed are things that God achieves through you?

12:40 PM  
Blogger Jack The LOT{B}R said...

:D

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour
....Blake, auguries of innocence

4:33 PM  

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