A Mustard Seed

If God ever comes,          
And asks "What you need?",          
Just ask Him for faith,          
As big as a Mustard Seed.          
           
Faith that your God shall never          
Put you in troubles harsh          
And crash you beyond repair          
To fulfill His own selfish plans.          
           
That's what the devil wishes          
And whispers into your troubled mind          
"Your God pleases to "test" you          
And has His own selfish plans".          
           
"So humbly accept the damage          
As this is a "gift" from God          
And live your life in frustration          
With no dreams and no hope..."          
           
And you'd lift the guard up,          
And shut your poor crying heart,          
What you dream of does not matter          
Because God has His own plans.          
           
You all think you have faith          
But is it in the Good and Right?          
Or is it just the devil speaking,          
Into your broken heart?          
           
Do you believe that God will harm you          
to check how much you can bear?          
And watch you live in frustration         
Because you are a Heaven's heir?          
           
So next time you light a candle,          
And close your eyes for a pray          
Ask yourself what you're believing,          
because that's what you shall get.  
   
This Earth is a battle field  
Between all Good and Bad  
Heaven will only become real  
When we start believing in God.