“Look it is I, come feel my hands, side and feet,”
He spoke to His followers as they secretly did meet,
Oh, the joy they must have felt on the glorious day
As all their fears and sorrows were all washed away.

At last they understood the great meaning of it all,
They would preach the gospel whatever may befall.
Just poor old Thomas who was not with them
So could not believe till he saw the master again.

I can feel the love that flowed as they saw Him,
No need for sad faces and thoughts cold and grim,
For He had overcome death, saved them from the fall,
He was their Lord and Master and had overcome all.

I wish that I could have held his hands, kissed His feet,
As with tears of joy my Lord and Saviour I did greet,
But I know he rose from the dead after dying on Calvary,
And suffered hard and long to save a soul like me.

Come, look at the picture, look at each face and see
The love found in the eyes as bright as they can be,
Shining with the knowledge that Jesus now lives
And the constant comfort that message always gives.

M Ann Margetson © November 8, 2000

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