I'm fighting this enemy to stop watering a seed
This seed could jeopardize my future
A seed to bring forth fruit of weakness, failed attempt
I'll take the stride and find the root cause
Wherever the imperfection lies I'm ready to resolve and uproot
Leave a fertile and clear ground behind
Act as a foundation for faith
For the faith of a mustard, is what I'll sow
In due season it will flower and grow
The extent to which the good Lord has brought me
None could understand
I couldn't tell it if I tried but
As much as the Lord should be lifted high and glorified
I will testify to the world for he has made me strong
To give the enemy no grounds to rejoice at my struggle
My fellow man does not have the strength to take my story
Nor the time to hear it fully
Copyright © 2013 PebblesWroteIt
Copyright © 2013 PebblesWroteIt