He proposed another parable to them. “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed that a person took and sowed in a field. It is the smallest of all the seeds, yet when full-grown it is the largest of plants. It becomes a large bush, and the ‘birds of the sky come and dwell in its branches.'” Matthew 13:31-32
To hand each day to Christ: that off’ring small
Will gladden more His Heart than grandest deed.
The trials frustrating that my progress stall:
If naught but these have I, He’ll make them seed
And grow from them my sanctity, my life,
Unless from Him, in shame, I do withhold
My stumblings and my falls, my pain, my strife.
Though hidden, He will find them. So be bold!
If I lack feats to offer, what’s the cause?
My cowardice? My weakness? My foul pride?
He came for sinners troubled. I’ll not pause
In giving Him this wait I can’t abide.
The lost, frustrated, frightened He will seek.
Such is His way. So merciful! So meek!