A Tiny Mustard Seed....

A tiny mustard seed…. prolific poem, profound write, with every line I prudently bite scorching, flaming and heated i had upon it i had it i had that it really tough bit my cascading flow a solitarily trip solitary in silence, humble me humbly me wish perpetually with the Lord and with His Beloved Son accompanied by the Holy Spirit this Three Unity my greatest wish i acknowledge solemnly i need them all three all three in unity all three in beauty i praise them i pray to them though each time my sinful thoughts not all sins gone praying each day done big prayer long prayer also small prayer depends on the day cloudless heavy clouds monsoon rainfall still one thing forgotten, Lord one biggest thing to be in your boat aboard surrounded by your greatest love breathing in your firmest love i have not that capacity i still must create that capacity therefore I need you every day deep breathing in deep breathing out wothout a shout Him worshipping through my daily praying trying to pray each day without sin since you said long time gone not yet spoken out but a tiny mustard seed fertile in thoughts is already a sin so do not let them coming constantly in.... ©Sylvia Frances Chan Tuesday 18 June 2019- @6.43 hrs am Dutch Time