A Mustard Seed
I am the evolution of a seed of thought;
a flicker of light; whisper of sound;
I am the illusion; the Master wrought;
though living in hell; heaven bound.
Though created out of love’s great need;
man was merely the Master’s image;
with faith, the size of of a mustard seed;
man was part of the Master’s lineage.
Faith is the power of God; within man;
freely given; never to be sold;
the connection of flesh to God, the I Am
a treasure much greater than gold.
A mustard seed is the size of insignificance;
making it faith’s perfect metaphor;
faith is the pathway to God’s magnificence;
the linkage to God’s open door.
Faith’s roots reach outward; everywhere;
like the roots of a mustard seed;
faith and God; become linked as a pair;
able to provide for every need.
The children of faith have God’s powers;
over others; they have seniority;
in God’s garden; they are the flowers;
and they speak with his authority.
With faith the size of a mustard seed;
we become as two peas in a pod;
as the flower is greater than the weed;
our faith links us to God.
Monty 11.14.25. # 3,054