Keeping My Faith Poem by Little Star

In a manger, He was born
That in living I should be humble

He healed the blind and the sick
That my faith would heal my wounded spirits

He prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane
That I too should pray to God with bended knees

When Pilate asked if He is King of the Jews, He said You say so
That I should know He is indeed the living God

When crowned with thorns, He did not complain
That I too could endure my pains

He reached the Calvary, bearing His cross
That I too could learn patience to achieve my goals

He called the Father while dying on the cross
That in times of despair, to God I too could call

He stepped on the waters without seeing Him fall
That if I keep my faith in the Lord and in myself, nothing is impossible