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| The Incredulity of Saint Thomas by Cope Amezcua |
Thomas was a doubter, Lord,
and sometimes
I'm a doubter, too...
Sometimes I doubt you, Lord:
your love for me,
your care for me,
the mercy and the peace
you offer me...
And I often doubt myself, Lord:
though others believe in me
I often doubt and second-guess my self:
when doubt backs me into a lonely cornerThomas needed to see your suffering's wounds
and leaves me short on hope...
when doubt blinds me to the truth
though the truth is right in my face...
when doubt renders senseless
any wisdom I have in me...
when doubt plays the devil
when an angel's help is what I need...
before believing in your risen glory:
sometimes it's my own wounds, Lord,
that keep me from believing
that you're always there for me,
that you're always by my side,
that you always have my back
and want nothing but the best for me...
Thomas needed to see
your suffering's wounds, Lord:
don't let my wounds, my suffering,
keep me from discovering, discerning
and delighting in the peace you offer me...
Help me to look with Thomas, Lord,
to look upon your wounds
to remind me you're no stranger
to whatever suffering may be mine...
Remind me how my pain marks
just the place where you, Lord, come to meet me,
to mend and heal my soul and doubts,
to lead me to your risen peace...
Like Thomas, I'm a doubter, Lord:
deepen my faith, my trust and my hope
and make me a believer, too..
Amen.
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