Poem December 7, 1987 ISSUE

The mustard seed

Frances Dill

Give me, O Lord, a grain of faith
that it may grow, like the mustard seed,
to a sturdy plant of Christlike trust
and understanding—
where healing truths may come to lodge
within its branches.

Frances Dill

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