Faith's secret

I ask not for a field already grown,nor even for the cheery mustard flowerfully blown.Let me not wish for an entire seed packetto supply me with enoughfor tomorrow.

But better, Lord,my desire for Love's gain:just one wee grain.

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Amy hears God
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