At Least as Large as a Mustard Seed

"What do you mean, 'If I can?' Jesus asked."
And sometimes it's not "can you?"
Oftentimes, it's "will you?"
My faith is small
My belief is fragile
The cracks in my skin
Happen to go all the way down

A need for a healer
I need a soul sealer
Heavenly balm
Tenderly spread into my eyes
True sight
So I don't break apart

A whole generation
Looking desperately for a savior
Right in front of their eyes
Holding out broken hands and we killed Him
This too, goes all the way down

And this faithless clay is molded
Do not ask, "Why did you make me like this?"
"Tetelestai"
He wants to make you beautiful and fill you will treasure

"Anything is possible,"
A small price to pay,
a humble mustard seed



References: Mark 9:23, John 9:6, Romans 9:20, John 19:30, 2 Corinthians 4:7, Matthew 17:20