Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Poetic Asides State of

State of Faith

His confidence is severed, and his trust is a spider's web. Job 8:13

Lord, sometimes I feel
 like my faith is like a spider’s web,
 fragile and holey.
You said faith is like a mustard seed,
starting small
but growing into a large, spreading plant.
God, grow my faith, please.
 Sometimes I feel like it hasn’t even broken ground yet.
Please grant me ground-breaking,
limbs-stretching-to-the-sun faith.

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