And I heard him say “For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.” Mathew 17:20 ESV

A mustard seed, the sinners plead. So small and tiny, it couldn't even produce greed.

If I held it in my hand, it would be easy to see how its life could go unplanned.

Gone in the wind, you might even think it's sinned; the way it would drift away in the currents. 

It might land in some dirt, get buried inside. Try to peek out, but it would just have to hide. 

The mustard seed, what makes it so grand? So tiny, so small, does it matter at all? 

Rain falls from above, moving, weaving like a dove

Through the air, and crashing down

With pounding force, the seed is pushed deeper into the ground. 

If someone stomped on it, would it hear the sound? Of rejection, of failure, of denial of its future. 

Would it care if you shouted. Get mad when you pouted?

The mustard seed, an unsightly weed.

A forgotten example, a misplaced sample 

In a world that's bigger than you can ever imagine. 

With untrained eyes, it would be discarded, plucked out by the roots and shamed into the ground.

An unpleasant eyesore, a monument that we abhor. 

Repeated offenses left it broken and defenseless.

If left to live, it has nothing good to give. A bitter herb, a nameless word

To describe the aftertaste of the universally agreed upon disgrace. 

Thankfully it’s left alone with no greatness to be shown.

The mustard seed, a gangly dweeb

Of a plant.

It’s different now, it’s changing. It’s growing too, sustaining

Its posture when the wind blows. Getting stronger, the looker on knows

That this thing that was nothing not too long ago, had survived the winter and without much help it now grows. 

Each moment it’s fighting, maybe even inviting 

The things that it needs, maybe drawing from the seeds that had been planted so long ago. It bends from force and does not break. 

The pressure continues to grow, how much more can it take?

But it's determined to live, determined to give 

The world what it knows; to share some part of itself

With a world that doesn't know how hard it has fought to grow.

The mustard seed, an old man’s deed. 

A sight to behold now that it is fully grown. 

The mustard seed, a grand display of what it means to overcome. 

A shelter for some, a home for all.

The mustard seed, once only a speck, now grander than heck

Towers tall and victorious above them all.

Plants that once provided it shelter, now cower in it’s shadow. A soldier of light that now knows how to fight.

The wind is but a nudge, it's almost as though it holds a grudge.

With wisdom to share and secrets it won’t bare

To hide any longer,

You would never dare to guess that this was the plea

Of a once gangly dweeb of a weed. 

The Holy Bible, English Standard Version. ESV® Text Edition: 2016. Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers.