Faith
Deep and abiding faith I have seen
In so many places that I have been.
Mustard seed kind of which Jesus spoke;
It's the kind to which God always takes note.
The kind of faith that moves mountains;
That turns desert wastelands into fountains.
Imagine something as tiny as a mustard seed.
Such faith goes deeper than a Christian creed.
I don't claim such faith, of which there's no debate.
There is but one I have known closest to this faith.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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