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Fingers reach out
touch the holes,
the scars, the deep
gaping spear wound
feel where the nails
pierced his hands,
where the cruel knife
confirmed his death
in order to believe
Needing to feel the pain
He bore, for him, for us
needing physical,
painful truth
to believe
How many of us
would like that chance,
to bolster, buttress,
reinforce our quaking faith
to touch the body of Christ
But we cannot, at least not now
in this life
How hard it is then, to believe
having only His words,
His example, their works
to build on, to hold fast to
to believe ourselves
in hope and in faith
following the risen Lord
wherever He leads

April 15, 2007 15:03
John 20:19-31

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