Sketch - Poem by Buxton Shippy
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.
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