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By Clyde Blakely
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“Jesus came to see us!
Oh, Thomas, you weren’t here.
He arose! He’s alive!”
Each eye held a tear
Faces radiant
Speaking in one refrain
Feeling their excitement
Started an inner pain.
I, the only one,
He came to all the rest.
Was I not worthy?
The others He did bless.
I was His disciple
For those three short years.
His great love and wisdom,
They calmed all my fears.
With Him at the Passover
In Jerusalem
Threats, no more rumors.
I would have died with Him.
I loved Him then
And I love Him to this day.
Emptiness fills my soul
What am I to say…?
“To see His glorious face,
Hear His sweet voice,
and talk with Him again
Would make my heart rejoice.
I myself have doubts,
My faith is growing weak.
I need more than words.
Evidence I must seek.
I can’t believe until…
I see His pierced side
Where the blood flowed free
And thrust my hand inside.
Those hands, the nails
Driven to the cross did pin,
It’s there I must place
My fingers deep within.”
As a whole week passed,
My misery increased.
There’s no word from Him,
Perhaps He is deceased.
Together again,
Seven days to the day,
From first I heard He came.
Yet He didn’t stay!
Through locked doors He’s in our midst,
“Peace, do not fear.
Thomas, shed the doubts,
Your prayers I did hear.
Thrush forth your hand
Put it deep into My side.
Strengthening your faith,
There you are to abide.
Behold My feet and palms,
Nail prints are still there
Forever and a day,
Showing how I care.”
Felled before my Master,
Knees could hold me not.
He loved me then as now,
Humbled at my doubt.
“My Lord and My God,”
I had no other words.
Questions can’t exist,
Before the Lord of lords.
The hands that made us,
Which we so cruelly dealt,
Now resting on my shoulders,
Great love I felt.
“Thomas, gladly you hear Me
And see My face.
Believe because of this?
No, faith comes by grace.
Others won’t see Me,
Yet share My words they hear.
Blessed they are:
Since My face they will mirror.
For the Comforter will come.
Me, He’ll make known.
They’ll spread My love
Until…
‘My child, welcome home.’”
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What a wonderful day it will be when all of us "Thomas's" are reunited with our Father! Look up! He's coming!