Were your faith the size of a mustard seed.
You could say to this mulberry tree, be uprooted.
Yet still we can from doubt be freed.
Even if conviction is muted.

Perhaps we should not despair of faith we do not have.
But rather rejoice in what we have found.
Despair laid and hope to calve.
To the foothills of the heights we are bound.

I think I will never have faith complete.
I will always have these doubts.
But there is always a new morn to greet.
Out of this barren soil there will be new sprouts.

I will never move the mulberry tree.
However much in prayer I make my plea.

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Faith is never found
In its full entirety
But we can just try

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See Luke 17: 5-10