"How sweet the name of Jesus sounds" plays in the background. The word 'faith' is printed small on small pieces of paper and after the reading (for two voices) people are invited to take one and stick it to the cross, thus a whole lot of little pieces of faith making up it's shape. You won’t see them individually but they are there and they are enough.
O ye of little faith
he said when I stepped out the boat
and found my feet sinking among the waves.
I of little faith,
yet he had faith in me,
and so I walked with him
beyond death,
and into resurrected life again.
I don’t know how much faith I have
but I know who I trust.
O ye of little faith
he said as we were hurled in the storm
frightened of waves and death
and a voice that calmed the abyss.
We of little faith
yet he had faith in us
and we followed him
through miracles and healings
that brought life again.
We didn’t know how much faith we had,
but we knew who to trust.
O ye of little faith
he said to us
as we worried about tomorrow and what to wear
and he waxed lyrically of the lily
clothed in her natural god-given beauty.
We of little faith,
yet he had faith in us
that we might open our eyes
and seek first the kingdom all around us.
We didn’t know how much faith we had,
but we knew who to trust.
O ye of little faith
he said to us
as we watched him exorcise the demon from the boy
after transfiguration.
We of little faith.
Yet it was enough for him
to have faith in us
for he found a mustard seed size of faith within
and told us it was enough
to move mountains.
We didn’t know how much faith we had
but we knew who to trust.
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