Like a germ, doubt attacks the seed...
layer upon layer it tries to
feed.
Already small it seemed for loss,
but this seed was rooted in the
cross.
The more of the seed doubt tried to dine,
the stronger the seed
grew into the Vine.
Faith grew from a seed not of mine,
but a seed
belonging to One Divine.
Seed Of Faith! By: Preston Pittman ♥
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