Mustard Seed

A good woman who's been pushed a time or two,
to do some bad things she never meant to do.
There's strength behind those tears, there's healing when she bleeds:
Real, raw, beauty; a wildflower among the weeds.
A tiny mustard seed who grew into a deep rooted tree,
Cast out into the wind and the world,
you never knew how strong she'd grow to be.
Goodbye was her new begining the end is where she started,
Holding fast to her faith and that God will not forsake the tired and broken hearted.