The kingdom of God is like a mustard seed.
Which a man took and threw into his garden.
It grew and became a mighty tree from this tiny seed.
And birds sheltered in its branches in his garden.Why is my faith so fragile.
I could not risk death for it.
These martyrs went the extra mile.
My light will die , theirs remains lit.

But ours is a different time.
More questioning.
Difference in religion no longer a crime.
We are rightly more forgiving.

So we live in our own age.
Which perhaps is more sage.

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From this mustard seed
A mighty tree does flourish
And so will our faith

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See Luke 13: 18-21