mustard seed

You think you know. What I
Want from you, the style,
The way you hide from truth,
Is in the aftermath clearly seen.
You never truly seek my deed.

I look for one who compares
A mountain and in Me says, “Move.”
Did my son not convince you
By rising and raising that he spoke
Simple truth? Still I wait for all of you
To prove through faith his words.
Truth is lighter than the constant burden
Doubt weighs on the world’s view:
Your refusal to perform obvious signs.

Look to Me for burdens
If burdens you must bear.
Many are spoken through prayers
Constantly seeking to see
My people as my son transform
Reality. Greater things. Believe.