Mustard Seed

Now faith is like a mustard seed 

It grows strong when it’s brought low 

And it goes without knowing 

Into what is growing 

Whether the harvest comes fast or slow

Like a tiny mustard seed 

Faith’s spark can be so small 

When the flame grows higher

Can grow into a great fire

So a tiny spark is more than none at all 

Like that seed, Christ came a tiny thing

A thing of no repute or fame 

Insignificant in this world’s eye

The things of earth would pass him by

Without a home Without a name

But angels were host to his lowly birth 

And again at his ignoble death

Buried like a mustard seed 

From the veil of earth was freed 

To rise with mighty resurrection breath

Like a tiny mustard seed 

Faith’s spark can be so small 

When the flame grows higher

Can grow into a great fire

So a tiny spark is more than none at all 

Matthew 17:20; Mark 4:26-27

2 Timothy 1:6; Jeremiah 20:9

October 26, 2025

Anthony Foster