In shadows deep, where fears reside,
A fragile hope, I try to hide.
Doubt's heavy cloak, it weighs me down,
Faith's tiny spark, almost drowned.
Uncertainty, a winding maze,
Lost in the dark, through endless days.
Whispers of fear, they fill my ear,
Give up they say, no hope is here
Like a seed so small, unseen,
Can it break through what's in between
Impossible feels like the only way to be
In this moment, lost to reality
But a flicker remains, a tiny gleam,
A mustard seed of a hopeful dream.
Can it grow, can it thrive,
Or will doubt forever survive
I believe, I rise, with faith as my guide,
No longer bound by fear inside.
Like a mustard seed, my spirit takes flight,
Soaring high on wings of light.
I plant the seed, a hopeful start,
In the soil of my weary heart.
Watered by trust, with sunlit grace,
Watching doubt begin to erase.
The seed takes root, a tender shoot,
Pushing through, bearing fruit.
Hopelessness fades, a distant shore,
As faith's new strength begins to pour.
No longer lost in shadows deep,
Awake from slumber, I now leap.
The mustard grows, a vibrant hue,
My spirit renewed, my vision true.
With every sunrise, I feel it grow,
The seeds of faith, beginning to glow.
From tiny start to a blooming tree,
Faith's victory for all to see.
I believe, I rise, with faith as my guide,
No longer bound by fear inside.
Like a mustard seed, my spirit takes flight,
Soaring high on wings of light.
The mustard tree, now tall and bold,
A story of faith, bravely told.
Its branches reach, a sheltering space,
Where doubts and fears can't leave a trace.
Rooted deep, it stands so strong,
Withstanding storms, where it belongs.
No mountain high, no valley low,
Can stop the faith that helps me grow.
It's blossomed now, a vibrant hue,
A testament to what faith can do.
With every leaf, a whispered prayer,
A promise kept, beyond compare.
This mustard seed, once small and meek,
Now moves mountains, the words I speak.
In faith's embrace, I find my way,
Strong and resilient, come what may.
I believe, I rise, with faith as my guide,
No longer bound by fear inside.
Like a mustard seed, my spirit takes flight,
Soaring high on wings of light.
I declare my faith, a powerful sound,
In every step, on solid ground.
Mountains may rise, and oceans roar,
But my faith will conquer, evermore.
With unwavering heart, I stand tall,
Answering faith's triumphant call.
I believe, I trust, I overcome,
In faith's strong name, my journey's won.
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