Can you not see? Have you not heard? I thought
That all the world knew of this thing.
The grain of mustard seed is surely sought
By those who know, just so that they can bring
The story to a world which lies asleep,
In darkness where the light cannot yet touch,
And distant thoughts of grace are all that keep
The last abyss at bay. We know that such
Seed beds will soon receive the Gospel truth
To take it as their own that they might grow
And they and we reach to the Cross. We both
Will be a mustard tree, which all will know.
So spreads the Word, and so God's Kingdom here
Will come again and darkness disappear.
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