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 a**embled, 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...