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.