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Mysterious Poem
once received a bag of mystery seeds, in my mail.
Where did they come from, for awhile I couldn’t tell.
They were the size, of a mustard seed.
I decided to plant them, yes, indeed.
I watered them each day, and they grew.
I didn’t know what, they would turn into.
I woke up one morning, I opened my window, and I took a look.
I saw a big tree, that gave birth to Bibles; God’s Holy Book.
I picked one from the tree, and flipped through a page.
Then my Faith, started to engage.
Matthew 17:20, was the scripture I saw.
This explains the seeds, this explains it all.
Where did they come from, for awhile I couldn’t tell.
They were the size, of a mustard seed.
I decided to plant them, yes, indeed.
I watered them each day, and they grew.
I didn’t know what, they would turn into.
I woke up one morning, I opened my window, and I took a look.
I saw a big tree, that gave birth to Bibles; God’s Holy Book.
I picked one from the tree, and flipped through a page.
Then my Faith, started to engage.
Matthew 17:20, was the scripture I saw.
This explains the seeds, this explains it all.
