Jesus was talking to
his disciples and he explained that soon, he would be arrested, tried, killed
and buried and three days later he would rise again.
Thomas, known to be a
doubter, was sitting in the corner. He
shook his head and said to himself:
I don't believe in prophecies;
I don't believe in boasts.
I can't confess the living dead,
Like zombies, wraiths and ghosts.
I can't believe one rises from the
burial tomb or grave;
No matter what their lineage, what
they earned or what they gave.
A wispy apparition thus boasted of
aloud,
Is not sufficient proof that Jesus
tossed aside his shroud!
Witness is my
compass,
Knowledge is my
wealth;
I’ll only know what’s
really real,
If I know it for
myself.
Well, Jesus was
arrested. He was tried and hung on a
cross. He died and his friends placed
him in a tomb. On the third day, Mary
went to anoint Jesus’ body with spices and she returned to the group of disciples
all excited.
“The tomb is empty!”
she said, “Jesus is risen!”
Thomas, who was known
to be a doubter, shook his head and said to himself:
I don't believe in prophecies;
I don't believe in boasts.
I can't confess the living dead,
Like zombies, wraiths and ghosts.
I can't believe one rises from the
burial tomb or grave;
No matter what their lineage, what
they earned or what they gave.
A wispy apparition thus boasted of
aloud,
Is not sufficient proof that Jesus
tossed aside his shroud!
Witness is my
compass,
Knowledge quells my
fears;
I’ll only know what’s
really real,
If I hear it with my
ears!
Later that day, two
friends of Jesus’ were walking the road to Emmaus. They met a stranger on the way. As they talked to him about Jesus and
scripture, their hearts were warmed.
When the stranger was with them in their home and broke bread with them,
they recognized the Living Christ.
They ran all the way
back to the disciples in Jerusalem and announced, “We’ve seen Jesus. He is risen!”
But Thomas, known to
be a doubter, shook his head and said to himself:
I don't believe in prophecies;
I don't believe in boasts.
I can't confess the living dead,
Like zombies, wraiths and ghosts.
I can't believe one rises from the
burial tomb or grave;
No matter what their lineage, what
they earned or what they gave.
A wispy apparition thus boasted of
aloud,
Is not sufficient proof that Jesus
tossed aside his shroud!
Witness is my
compass,
Knowledge is my
guide;
I’ll only know what’s
really real
If I see it with my
eyes!
Later that week the
disciples were gathered together in a room and the door was shut. They were grieving, sad about Jesus’ death,
wondering what they should do now. They
were telling stories about Jesus and remembering what he taught and how he
wanted them to live.
Suddenly, Jesus was
standing there among them.
“Peace be with you,”
Jesus said. He breathed on them and
said, “the Holy Spirit be with you.”
Thomas wasn’t with
them when Jesus came. The disciples told
him about Jesus.
But Thomas, who was
known to be a doubter, shook his head and said:
I don't believe in prophecies;
I don't believe in boasts.
I can't confess the living dead,
Like zombies, wraiths and ghosts.
I can't believe one rises from the
burial tomb or grave;
No matter what their lineage, what
they earned or what they gave.
A wispy apparition thus boasted of
aloud,
Is not sufficient proof that Jesus
tossed aside his shroud!
Witness is my
compass,
Knowledge is my rose;
I’ll only know what’s
really real,
If I smell it with my
nose!.
The disciples went
out fishing one night. They fished and
fished and fished, all night long, but didn’t catch a thing. They were just about to row into shore, when
a man on the bank said, ”Children you haven’t caught anything, have you? Throw the nets in again.”
The disciples did as
they were instructed and there were so many fish in the nets, they couldn’t
pull them back into the boats.
Then they recognized
Jesus and told everyone, “We’ve seen Jesus!
He is risen!”
But Thomas, who was
known to be a doubter, shook his head and said,
I don't believe in prophecies;
I don't believe in boasts.
I can't confess the living dead,
Like zombies, wraiths and ghosts.
I can't believe one rises from the
burial tomb or grave;
No matter what their lineage, what
they earned or what they gave.
A wispy apparition thus boasted of
aloud,
Is not sufficient proof that Jesus
tossed aside his shroud
Witness is my
compass,
Knowledge is my
lands;
I’ll only know what’s
really real
If I touch it with my
hands.
Once again, the
disciples were gathered in a room and the door was shut. This time, Thomas was with them. They were telling stories about Jesus and
remembering what he taught and how he wanted them to live.
Suddenly, Jesus was
standing there among them.
“Peace be with you,”
Jesus said.
He showed his hands
and side to Thomas and told him to touch his wounds. “You believe,” said Jesus, “because you have
seen me. But those who believe but
haven’t seen me are really blessed.”
Then Thomas, who was
known to be a doubter, shook his head and said:
I don’t believe in prophets
I don’t believe in boasts.
I cant’ confess the living dead,
Like zombies, wraiths and ghosts.
But now I’ve really
seen him with my very own eyes.
He isn’t any living
dead; he really did arise!
He’s not an
apparition, boasted of aloud.
He’s living love
incarnate: Love without a shroud!
Witness is my
compass,
Knowledge must be
sung;
Now I know he’s
really real,
I’ll praise him with
my tongue!