Doubting ThomasA Poem by PeteWhat's all the excitement? What's all the fuss? Asked a simple man named Didymus. I was not there. I did not see. My teacher is dead. I'm glad it's not me. I live my life in a spiritual drought. I am double-minded and inclined to doubt. We have seen him. It's true, our dear friend. Death of the body, need not be the end. Reach with your finger and behold his hands. The saviour in our midst. In front of you, he stands. Reach hither thy hand and thrust it into his side. Be not afraid ... ... 'tis for you and all that he died ...
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2 Reviews Added on June 21, 2017 Last Updated on June 22, 2017 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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