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O
We
Of
Little
Faith
When
Jesus
walked
upon
the
earth,
So
many
disbelieved.
Despite
His
wondrous
miracles,
They
thought
that
He
deceived.
They
crowned
Him
with
some
plaited
thorns,
Then
nailed
Him
to
a
tree,
Because
it
was
His
Father's
plan
He'd
die
for
you
and
me.
They
pierced
His
side
when
He
was
dead
And
laid
Him
in
a
tomb,
But
little
did
those
people
know
He'd
be
arising
soon.
On
Sunday
morn
the
women
came
With
ointments
to
His
grave;
To
their
surprise
and
wonderment,
The
stone
was
rolled
away!
"He
is
not
here,
He
is
alive!"
They
heard
the
angels
say,
"Just
like
He
said
in
Galilee
--
He's
risen
on
this
day!"
When
Jesus
walked
again
in
flesh,
The
faithless
loudly
cried,
"We
won't
believe
that
it
is
He
Until
we've
touched
His
side!"
And
still
today
in
disbelief
So
many
will
not
see
He
died
and
rose
so
everyone
Can
live
eternally.
Copyright
©
1995
Ruth
Gillis
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"O
We Of Little Faith" was
previously published in
the July 1995 issue of The
Inspirational Poet. |
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