Mustard seed so small Planted to give life to all Place of shelter now
Yeast worked through and through Woman of such wisdom knew Every ounce transformed
True Treasure hidden Discovered in the joy field Bought and owned for good
I looked and I found Beauty worth selling my all Pearl of such great price
Net let down to catch Sit to sort; discard the bad And so will it be
Do you see? Sing out. Treasures of old ringing truth Shout out all the new.