A Mustard Seed
I’m just a little branch
Yes I’m rooty
But I’m just a little branch
My first monsoon is approaching
I smell it in the air
A branch in a meadow
Oaks from afar watch in despair
The clouds thicken
The thunder intimidates
I’m rooty though
And that’s all it takes
I welcome the storm
What kind of tree shall this water make
I am in a meadow
Surrounded by space
Ya know what?
I’ll take a nap in this storm
I’m rooty in faith
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no human mind has conceived — the things God has prepared for those who love him.”
