Faith is as a tiny seed,
Planted deep within the soul;
Nourished by a trust in God,
The seed begins to grow.

Quietly it opens,
Like a fragrant, blooming flower;
Roots reach out to find a home,
Enriched by God's great power.

There so deep within the soul,
Faith becomes a vine;
The roots grow deep within the heart,
Each tendril entertwined.

Then like a tranquil garden,
Filled with sweet perfume;
Faith blooms forth is color,
From every fragrant bloom.

Then as the season's come and go,
And blooms begin to die;
There still is life within the soul,
From the seed of faith inside.

Allison Chambers Coxsey