For down deep
In the ground
It lies.
For Hidden
from our view.
Though,
We know
of its existence
Powerful
Mysterious.
For We
Pray for
fast growth,
Even though,
God says,
Dear child,
For It
Takes time,
In order
to be perfect.
For The
Buried seed
of mustard size faith
that I created,
To grow into
A flawless creation.
