Brooke Campbell: Music
Mustard Seed
(Brooke Campbell)
I'd like to think that someday
I will see beauty again
The seasons won't be wasted on me
And maybe someday to make sense of where I've been
Peace could come
and get to know me
Oh, the hope of things unseen never felt less like faith
Oh, like the mustard seed
from the top of the mountain to be moved
How the overhead wind makes a threatening sound
It deepens, moves toward me
I hear a whisper I can stand my ground
I square my feet and lose the groaning
Oh, the hope of things unseen never felt less like faith
Oh, like the mustard seed
from the top of the mountain to be moved
I hold out for the rare glimmer
the lilly pad in the strong river
Knowing only the possibility you'd save me.
Maybe you will, maybe you will.
And in the meantime, the earth goes 'round
Oh, the hope of things unseen never felt less like faith
Oh, like the mustard seed
from the top of the mountain to be moved