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“The Lord is risen today!”
“I'll never believe,” he cried,
“Unless my fingers press
His hands and side.”
A week had gone by, and then
The Doubter joined them again,
All hiding from Jews they feared.
Despite the doors locked tight,
The Lord appeared.
“My peace unto all,” he said.
“O Thomas, touch where I bled
--My hands and my side--don't cleave
To grief and unbelief,
But come believe!”
He answered, “My Lord and God!”
Who saw, believed, and was awed.
Such wonders have few perceived,
But bless us, Lord, no less
Who have believed!
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This poem is © Copyright 2002 by Stephen Wentworth Arndt, Ph.D.