Like a Mustard Seed, I Grow
A small boy stood in the dark
He stood in a room where he heard the story, Noah's Ark
When his rain came, he began to grow
Growing too fast, and no one will ever know
We learn from experiences, its always good to share
A secret he kept, because he knew no one would care
A promise he made, when he buried the mustard seed
No one will know this darkness inside, "I will help all those in need"
He fought long and hard, his decision to hide leaving him scared
People would know, at least with him, he cared
His dreams became brighter
His walls became higher, and chains became tighter
This mustard seed will grow
People he will care for
His hurting heart, no one still knows
Nursing is in his still growing core
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