Written by: Carolina Dominguez, Spring Hill College ’13 after her immersion experience in Kingston, Jamaica.

Little Mustard Tree, Where Are Thee? 

Little Mustard Seed
Eschaton
When will your kingdom come?
Your trunks inside
With your hidden infant leaves
Don’t you hear your people’s cries?
You say you’re humble,

Carolina and another Spring Hill College surrounded by the love of the children of Mustard Seed Communities.

Carolina and another Spring Hill College student surrounded by the love of the children of Mustard Seed Communities.

But the hollow children’s stomach rumble
Little Mustard Seed,
You say you’ll grow strong
But the little children won’t if you wait too long
They don’t know what they did wrong

Little mustard seed,
You say truth in time
But little mustard seed,
People are dying, don’t you know?
They wont hear the truth
If your seed is not sown soon

Little Mustard Seed,
Smallest of the seeds
Mightiest of the trees
Your kingdom I want to see
So I can nest under your shade
When will your kingdom be made?

Little mustard seed,
I ask you,
But now I ask me
Why didn’t I see
That you are planted in me
Waiting for me to grow
To see your kingdom come
To see your will be done
Eschaton

Little Mustard Tree,
I am soil to thee
Planted in my ground
Your kingdom can be found
In me
Rest in my shade,
Your kingdom is being made
Eschaton
Your kingdom come,
Your will be done

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