Mustard Seeds of Faith

Tiny, flawed, chipped, weak
even simple things
able to serve
Mustard seeds of faith
sent into the wind
hoping they will plant
germinate within
that they would rise
growing in other hearts
knowing in sowing
we are doing our part
faithful to our call
to go, to do
to serve our neighbors
offering them our gifts
faithful to our call
that more of your children may live

October 23, 2011

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