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When calamity curses,
and all you have
is a thread,
Yae ye of little faith,
By all means
hold on to it
for dear life.
But, don't just hang there,
also pray;
Gather other thread;
Sometimes a whole cloth
is what we must
need weave.
One warp may be an end,
but a weft adds a pick,
interlacing threads,
And so on and so forth;
More often than not
it's more faith on which
we must depend.
Mark 9: 24 and 29
See this poem @ His Newsman
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