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The storm, fierce and unrelenting
Still He slept in the midst of its rage.
Terrified, they begged Him:
He spoke and the storm obeyed.
She was scorned
Because of her illness
Yet she did not stop believing;
Touched His garment
And received her healing.
Although guilty of many trespasses,
He forgives and redeems.
Although death deserving,
He gives life everlasting.
Even though we hate,
His love unyielding.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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