I was not there when You came.
I did not choose to hear You say, “Peace be with you.”
I did not hear Him when He called be by my name.
I did not listen to my sins being forgiven and life made anew.
I will not though yet say: Unless I see the holes the nails made, You will not believe.
I will ponder this quietly, praying, waiting.
Will I have to wait eight or eighty years until this burden of doubt is relieved?
Will I still doubt as I lie dying?
Happy we would be if only we could believe and yet not have seen.
Yet we, all of us, if only we let go and trust, can believe.
What joy there is in surrender to Him though unseen.
To my Lord and my God then can I say and receive.
There are indeed many other insights not recorded in any book.
Yet if just we pause and listen. He is here now. You truly do not have far to look.