The Mustard Seed / Matthew 17:20
Perhaps, the world would be a better place for you and me
if I helped you, then you helped me, and profit not decreed.
If you were sick I’d care for you the golden rule the creed.
We’d plant gardens, grow our food, all share when there was need.
Mothers, Fathers, daughters, sons, their joys would then exceed
the need for filthy lucre the false fostering of greed.
There was a time when this was so and profit flowed from deed
and kindness was credit given with fulfillment, love freed.
The world has grown too big it seems, now all we do is bleed.
We bleed the goodness from ourselves by actions and misdeed.
Return, I say to times of yore and to your family speed
for there is no value in false abundance….just see the mustard seed.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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