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I show you a mystery It's something to behold, The sovereign Creator's method; Our faith makes us whole. If I may but touch his garment, The faith of many told, Brings about a cleansing, Our faith makes us whole. Arise, go thy way: By believing we find our role, Apart from Him doing nothing Thy faith hath made thee whole. I show you a mystery, By faith not seen as bold, The size of a mustard seed Thy faith hath made thee whole. |