Thomas
was a doubter
and sometimes, Lord
and sometimes, Lord
- I'm a doubter, too...
Sometimes
I doubt
your love for me,
your care for me,
your word to me,
the mercy and the peace
you offer me...
And
often, Lord,
I doubt myself...
Oh,
others may believe in me
- but still, I second-guess my self,
undervalue myself,
sell myself short,
Doubt
can back me into corners
and leave me short on hope…
Doubt can blind me to reality
staring me right in my face…
In an instant,
doubt can render void
whatever wisdom may be mine...
Doubt can rob me of the truth
truth I know,
truth I depend upon
and cherish...
Yes, doubt can be a devil
when it’s an angel's grace I need...
Thomas
was a doubter, Lord,
'til he saw your suffering's wounds...
Thomas was a doubter, Lord,
before believing in your glory
risen, present, waiting for his touch...
Sometimes it's my own wounds, Lord,
that keep me from believing, from trusting
that you're always there, by my side,
that even in my deepest doubts
your healing peace awaits me...
Don't
let my wounds,
my suffering, pain and loss,
keep
me from discovering, Lord,
from discerning and delighting in]
your pardon and your peace...
Help
me look with Thomas, Lord,
upon the wounds you bore for me
to remind me you're no stranger
to remind me you're no stranger
to what suffering may be mine...
Remind me that my own pain
marks just the very place
where you, Lord, come to meet me,
where you, Lord, come to meet me,
to mend my soul and heal my doubt,
to lead me to your peace...
Like
Thomas, I'm a doubter, Lord,
help me, like him then, come to faith
and cry, "My Lord and God!"
Amen.


Thank you! Our strength comes out of our weakness when it’s supplied by the Lord.
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