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I'm glad that the stories of Jesus,
Were often of simple things,
That even I might understand.
The message that it brings.
Think of the grain of mustard seed,
The tiniest seed of all;
Hardly seen by the naked eye,
It is so very small.
But, from this small beginning,
Soon - see it in the glade -
Strong and green and leafy,
Giving shelter cool and shade.
Safe shelter for the birds,
In the leafy branches nest,
Shade for weary animals,
Taking their evening rest.
The gospel started the same snail way,
By Christ's followers, just the few,
And like the grain of mustard seed,
Spread everywhere - and grew.
Help to spread the message,
Though small your effort be,
Remember the tiny mustard seed,
That grew into a tree.
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