Faith Like a Mustard Seed

I have never painted stars into the night;

Fires of heaven burning bright.

I have never added feathers to a hen;

Nor have any other men.

I have never created a stone;

But God did, all on His own.

I have never trilled a sparrow’s song;

But for our Father, it didn’t take long.

I have never known a greater love;

Designed by our Father from above.

And if I ever try to boast;

I will remember my precious Host.

Of all the gifts He has given to me;

His precious Son to set me free.

So that I, with all my plights;

Will see and praise Him through the night.

And if this all was not enough;

His Spirit dwells within each of us.

My heart now filled and shining bright;

Like the moon, filled with God’s Light.