Melvina Germain (April 5/1945 / Sydney, Nova Scotia)
(006) The Mustard Seed
A place to rest one’s body and soul,
to put life’s worries on temporary hold.
A time to pray to the good Lord above,
and ask for His un-con-di-tion-al Love.
To take the time to plant the seed
holding self responsible of low life deeds.
To make a decision to fill the void
with inspiration and spirituality’s joy.
To watch good people give a helping hand,
reaching out toward others because they can.
No funds will cross their palms you see.
It’s done for the Love of God and thee.
When you hear the words ”The Mustard Seed”,
know it’s a place of solace for people in need.
Reach in your pockets and dig very deep,
help keep the homeless off Calgary’s streets.
Written: May 19/2007
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