I, Thomas

I found a moment deeply entrained, Somewhat rusty and restrained. I scoured its tarnished face Restoring its unblemished angelic grace. Beneath a splintered cross I stood Staring at the blood stained wood; Sacrificed upon this tree Christ reconciled Himself to me. At the tomb from whence He lay Only gleamed the light of day; The stench of sin could not remain Neither death my Lord restrain. Only friends of mine were here, Locked within this room of fear; Suddenly, I knew that Jesus was among us too. I touched His hands, His pierced side; “My Lord and my God,” I cried. It is finished as Christ said For He has risen from the dead. Guide me Lord in all my ways; Grant me strength to sing Thy praise.