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A man had a little girl,

Nine years old, was she.



The little girl had taken

ill,

They lived by the sea.



Father heard of Jesus,

He was very near.



I must go find him,

Right now, bring him

here.



On their way, coming

home,

The little girl passed

away



Father said, she is gone,

It's to late to pray.



But Jesus did not ponder,

To the house he came.



He did not know her age,

Or even know her name.



He took her little hand,

Said, arise come with me,



She arose and walked with

Jesus,

Healthy as could be.

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