My Lord And My God


Whispered on the lips
Of holy ordinary

Believers


Gift of Thomas
To the doubting


By it every church
Is painted


It is the shine
On every polished pew

Incense of the sacred
Air rising
Ancient prophecy fulfilled

Written on every open heart 
Each from our own agony
Reaching out to touch

The wounds of Christ
Transformed
My Lord, and my God!

It is written on the altar

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