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A Mustard Seed

Mustard seed held tightly in hand A firm grip on the knowledge of faith A mustard seed is the starting place for all heavenly plans Hold it tightly in your hand And do not lose sight of it For if a brisk breeze comes and scatters it You will have to pause and remember Where you last lost your faith Searching endlessly for hours trying to find it all over again Gwendolen Rix 7-17-14 Matthew 17:20 He replied, "Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."

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