My Seed of Faith

If a seed grows in time to a life giving vine. Then my seed of faith can be without mistake. I should have known, everything takes time to grow. There are groans of growing pain. The rain must come to water us deep, before we set of doing good deeds. I was just staring to hard. Expectantly waiting for something marvellous to happen too fast. I shall read over this poem, let the words ring true. Somehow in this moment I've come to grasps with the truth. Remember this and stay true.