Thursday, July 21, 2011

If little eyes perchance could spy
A purest Heaven's view
The mustard seed would grow for them
A thick trunk strong and true

A child-like word of innocence
Might transport mountain strong
Or tell the intelligent connoisseur
Of faith to a land beyond

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