NARRATION (Woman)
But Thomas was not with the other disciples when Jesus came. Then they
Therefore said unto him, We have seen the Lord.

THOMAS
You've seen the Lord?
You've seen Him risen?
You've seen His hands and touched His side,
And you are certain?
But I've not seen Him. And I must see Him.
Until I've seen His wounded side,
Until my hands have felt His hands, I will not know,
Nor yet believe

NARRATION (Woman)
A week later, on the following Sunday, the disciples were again assembled,
And Thomas with them.

CHOIR (Oohing)
NARRATION (Woman)
Then came Jesus, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst, and said,
Peace be unto you.
Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and
Reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless,
But believing.

THOMAS
My Lord and my God.
Touch my lips and bid them sing
Words my tongue would not conceive,
That my soul might join in praise
And forevermore believe!
Oh, touch my heart and bid it know
Thou hearest every plea, and though I may not see,
Yet Thou wilt made me whole...