Blessed is the body and the soul, blessed is the broken one made whole; blessed is the taste of wine and bread, blessed is the rising from the dead. Touch the wounded places as we meet; feel my hands, my side, my head, my feet. Touch me, Thomas, touch and doubt no more. I am Christ, alive for evermore. Touch the wounded heart of God today, feel the pulse within this bit of clay; love redeemed my body and my soul. Thomas, feel the broken one made whole. Blesses is the heart that can receive, blessed is the one who learn to grieve; blesses are the ashes and the dust, blesses is the one who learns to trust.