‘I have a mustard seed; and I am not afraid to use it.’
Today I sit and I reflect on how many times we have underestimated small things, because we thought there couldn’t do big things.
And I found this poem by Kucita Setia it summed up everything i wanted to say about believe and Faith.
Must, a seed that does not carry weight Unto rich pockets, or foolish such a way- Scatter nevertheless, to a Fertile plain may pay, The rain moisturizes; Vein awakes As the seed brews, a deed Destines to break: Row- The seed grows into a stem into a Trunk the Great Day trade whose trade is to fish masses for a place; Seats in gold, but on soil Their pilgrim’s plane Enter once it’s spread of branches as bird prey to pray: Endless glory invites an egolistic cock to praise Drill, seven days the seed Creates, a mountain and a lake Jesus said that if one has faith as small as a mustard seed He/She can do great things
Kucita Setia [Singapore]