The Mustard Seed

The Mustard Seed

 

There once was a tiny seed

Who was held inside a hand.

Waiting to be birthed,

To take its stand.

 

A small hole was created

Which was graced with the Mustard Seed.

Covered by soil, it received strength,

In time, it grew into a huge tree.

 

It’s branches strong,

Able to withstand.

Remembering not when it was a tiny Mustard Seed

Held in a hand.

 

Though once tiny in size,

It sprung to life.

The little Mustard Seed

Had everything it took  to survive.

 

Knowing what it is,

The tree stands tall.

Believing it has what it takes

To be… once and for all.

 

There once was a Mustard Seed,

Who was unwittingly used

By a little girl who had faith

In what God could do.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

May 27, 2021

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved this story in the poetry dear Melinda.
"There once was a Mustard Seed,
Who was unwittingly used
By a little girl who had faith
In what God could do."
I liked the above lines and the strength of the mustard seed was described with skill. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading and for your thoughtful review.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Melinda.

[Kerra]

I love this write, so much truth. God is amazing. Wonderful write

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading and giving your thoughtful review.