Jonathan Bellmann Poet Narrative

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.

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