We Too Like Thomas Have Our Doubts Poem by Royston Allen

I was there. Saw Him being crucified.
Beheld His pierced hand and His wounded side.
Heard Him cry out and take his final breath.
Watched His head bow as He succumbed to death.

Now you say, that He's risen from the dead
and expect me to believe what you've said!
I will need to see and to touch Him for
I cannot and will not believe anymore.

Bitter bereavement and trauma of grief
quenches our faith discouraging belief.
We push aside the unbelievable,
thinking that it's so inconceivable.

For we too like Thomas begin to doubt
when fears lurking within come bursting out.
It is then when Jesus calls us by name
forgives our unbelief, healing our shame.