The Mustard Seed of Faith

An Amazing poet once said,
That faith the size of mustard seeds can rearrange whole landscapes.
It was an amazing line in his poem,
But I can't truly say that I knew what it meant.
I guess my faith had not yet reached that destination in life.
That was until the core of my soul was brought to its knees,
The agony of despair chocked the very words my heart wished to speak.
He almost left us,
As the devil himself places the weight of lies on his shoulders,
He almost took his life.

And I stood there,
listening to the horror story of reality,
Becoming infected with distress as every ounce of fear is forced down my body.
I mingle with pity and self-doubt in rooms full of depression,
And I can't help but think that I've failed him.
He is my brother for life and I am the one that he looks up to.
God I need your,
Cause My mind is shaking,
My heart is breaking,
The very walls of my faith are now burned at my feet.
The city of my sanctity roams in chaos,
And the fullness of my joy is made thick with desolation.
I am terrified of what tomorrow may be missing,
And time only seems to amplify my fear,
But somewhere,
Along the ashes of my sorrow there was this mustard seed of faith.

Its small enough to fit in the cracks of my palms,
But it reminds me that God is still able.
That my brother is still in his hands.
That he is still the rock os his salvation,
And as storms turn into hurricanes that it is his voice that calms the waters.
That it is his voice that turns rivers of defeat into open highways that lead to his love.
Put your trust in thy God,
For he is the Alpha and Omega,
The King of Kings,
The Beginning and End,
The Christ and Messiah,
The Creator of Creation,
The Prince of Peace,
The Lamb of God,
The Bread of Life,
The Good Shepard that lays down his life for his sheep,
Why because he is God!