See Matt. 13:31 et seq.
You are the tiny mustard seed
Your father took and planted on the earth
Counting for little to the world indeed,
Yet dwarfing all the kings in future worth.
You are the tiny bit of yeast
The Spirit buries deep within our hearts,
In hearts that differ little from the beast,
And yet your presence spreads to all our parts.
You are the single grain of wheat
Which fell upon the ground and seemed to die;
But you are he who cannot know defeat;
Your fruit shall ever grow and multiply.
In you the humblest and the gighest meet;
In you the world is made, and made complete.