The Mustard Seed

The earth is tilled
To root out weeds
To clean the soil for everyone's needs
The mustard seed is sown

The rain doth flow
To wet the earth
Roots do grow
And weeds do flourish by their mirth

The weeds are strong
And by their hand
Do suffocate the seeds
And the weeds do long for their own land

But man is here
To till the earth
To shed a tear
For the lowly mustard seed

But oh what joy
To hear the cry
Of that farmer boy
Who tilled the earth

For the mustard seed
It has taken root
And has grown a plant
And has grown its fruit

For the fruit of love
Is a mustard seed
It fills our need
Oh! that amazing mustard seed.


© Nick Rigazzi-Tarling 30/07/09