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Tracee Olga

Rookie - 113 Points (28th July 1990 / Nairobi, Kenya)

Like A Mustard Seed


Tiny yet important
Little as you are the body of Christ you must compliment
Has to die to germinate
You are dead to sin but in Christ complete
As a seed, it is expected to grow
You are expected in Christ to grow
Though tiny it grows to a large tree
Your faith started small but it will sprout
As a spice it spices up food
As a child of God you spice up life
Once it grows getting rid of it is not easy
Once in Christ always in Christ
Thrives well in temperate regions
In Christ you don’t under do or over do, you just do
Oil from it good for the skin, gives warmth
In Christ your skin is protected, God keeps you warm
Nutritious
The word of God gives nourishment to the soul
Relief you from migraines
In Christ you are relieved of all pain

Submitted: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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  • Freshman - 1,245 Points Bill Cantrell (4/19/2014 6:46:00 AM)

    Very nice poem, I love the way you write about our creator and his son, I also do the same...If you would like, please read my poems..a tear from our creator..Meditation, a poem for my creator (Report) Reply

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