My faith is not so big as a mustard seed
The seed seems so small,
Yet mountains move
I pray, the mountains stay in place
Perhaps I can climb
But my body protests
The air seems so thin
I feel if I will choke
Where can I find this mustard seed?
The mountains are so great
I want to see the geography of the world changed
Why is my faith so small?
Perhaps I lack the faith of the mustard seed
But, I pray that God gives me the faith to keep climbing