The Mustard Seed
Unwavering it is that I have,
For there is no one greater than he.
For it is uncompromising to what the world has for me,
As I stand on the word boldly.
Small but forever bearing fruit,
For it shall move mountains and part waters,
Cast spirits from sons and from daughters.
It is the key that we must posses to get home,
Without it how can I pray?
Or listen to what the spirit may say.
It shall determine if the word just sits or manifest,
For it's value is greater than it's size.
For it is only size to the unlearned eyes,
For within i contain my Mustard seed,
For my fruits will bear abundantly.
Copyright © Paul Easter | Year Posted 2009
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