Sometimes i wonder,
why i cannot get it right?
If my faith is pure and
real as i claim it to be.
i believe that i do believe,
but this mountain stands firm.
Do i need to grow or give,
act or just stand still?
i want my mountain to move,
but it stands between us.
Mustard seeds never seemed,
so large to me...
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