Seeds Of Mustard

 Everyday I seek your face.

Because I know I need your Grace.

If you don't clothed me with love.

I can't fly on wings of a dove.


I yearn to know just how you feel.

So everyday I sing and kneel.

I hope with faith that I may rise.

And see the wolves in their disguise.


Come fill my cup where waters flow.

So I may drink and learn to sow.

Seeds of mustard in the ground.

That fruits of worth be freely found.


If at times I slip and fall.

I pray your ear hear when I call.

I will ever need you near.

So hold me close and love me dear.


How I long to hear my name.

But not for wealth or gold or fame.

With my hand and heart I give.

So in heaven I can live.





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