Faith That Grows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The faith that grows the mighty fir

Begins within a cone.

From small and insignificant,

By faith, that tree has grown.

 

The soil, the sun, the wholesome rain,

All help the tree to grow,

But will they be there right on time?

The little seed can’t know.

 

The seed just knows to spread its roots

And reach up to the light.

The rest it gives into God’s care,

His mercy and delight.

 

How like that seed, my life has been,

For, as my faith has grown,

I’ve seen some mighty blessings grow

From the small seeds I’ve sown.  

 

Mark 4:26-29

And he said, “The kingdom of God is as if a man should scatter seed on the ground. He sleeps and rises night and day, and the seed sprouts and grows; he knows not how. The earth produces by itself, first the blade, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear. But when the grain is ripe, at once he puts in the sickle, because the harvest has come.”