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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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