My God is only as big as I let him be and I am not gonna limit my God with my disbelief. My God has always, always been there for me and I am not gonna limit my God with uncertainty. I DON'T HAVE MUCH! (but it might amount to a mustard seed). I beg for miracles and then I breathe. I scream for signs and wonders and then my heart keeps its beat. But you've got to go through the fire to be refined - yeah! There's a huge sense of helplessness in a hopeless time... Well, I am yours and you are mine, and we are one in a kind. So sang the birds and the bees when I was not strong enough to sing anything; if you care and provide for the least of these, then how much more will you look over me? I don't have much, but it might amount to a mustard seed, and I've seen you move mountains and command the winds and waves of the seas on a whim so much smaller than me, singing: “God is bigger than the air I breathe; the world will leave. And God will save the day, and all with sing my glorious. “
