I feel my faith is too little to move mountains,
Voices in my head tell me I'm less of a believer,
They tell me I don't deserve Divine favour,
These voices are so loud and many
But in their noises,
I catch one calm yet strong voice saying I can make it;
However much faith I have,
Its always enough even that as small as a mustard seed,
And I choose to believe it,
Because I know that's the voice of truth.