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."
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014
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