Wednesday, December 13, 2006 @1:29 AM

it's tiny. almost too small for the eye to discern.
yet in nature it's the tiniest things that are the most difficult to destroy.

He made the mustard seed,
so small it could hardly be seen,
but when sown
would grow tall
and shade birds in its leaves.

maybe one day.


noise



be still my soul
God knows your way;
and He will guide,
for His name's sake
plunge in the rivers
of His grace,
rest in the arms
of His embrace.





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