Faith as a Mustard Seed
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Faith is a seed planted in the soul.
It grows with the infant as he older grows.
You see it in the faces of the ones it lives in.
The love that carries them, no matter where they’ve been.

It’s the Masters gift to guide you home.
The quiet spirit that abides so you’re never alone.
The quiet strength on the face of the man
As he walks through the valleys and across the dark land.

It’s the love shining through as she rocks the babe.
It’s the hand of Jesus on your heart gently laid.
A lowly mustard seed with no claim to fame.
The greatest gift given, that’s why He came.

Faith is its name and its spirit is true.
It’s staff is the light that burns just for you.
Faith is the seed planted in the soul.
It’s hidden, it lives, and it steadily grows.

One of our customers needed a poem for a bookmark they wanted printed to Celebrate Seven Years of Faith. Dottie looked high and low on the Internet and could not find anything appropriate. She prayed and asked God for His Inspiration and this poem is what He gave her. Now it is written here for your enjoyment. If you would like to tell Dottie how much it blessed you, send her an E-mail to: dottie@smcid.net Be sure and share it with everyone you love.

Song playing is Faith of Our Fathers by Henri F Hemy 1864

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