but large enough to fill my whole life.
The voice is quiet,
the seed is small,
but when planted,
it rules over all,
giving a place to stand
and a place to rest,
a place of comfort,
a place of trust.
The kingdom is small enough
to get lost in a crack,
easily looked over,
off the beaten track.
The kingdom is for planting,
going ever deep,
rooted in the will to good
of those who truly seek.
The kingdom grows larger still,
filling life in every crease,
overshadowing each moment
with love, joy, and peace.
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giving me a place to land,
a shadow of constant kindness
giving rest in its hands.
The kingdom calls
in parable and word
to be planted in the ear
and be ever heard.
Let this kingdom grow into my heart.
Let this Jesus come beside and explain
as alone I await his teaching words
about a place to stand, a place to remain.
Your kingdom come.
Your kingdom stay.
Your kingdom grow
each and every day.
(On Mark 4:30-34, The Parable of the Mustard Seed)
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