Woman weeping in the morning, "Where is my Lord?" Full of anguish, doubt, and mourning, "Gone my adored!" He whom soldiers tried to bury, Spoke to her and called her, "Mary". Her response she would soon carry: "Lord, I believe!" Locked behind the door dead-bolted, fearful, confused, Jesus' foll'wers, faith now jolted, hid from Jews. Through the door came Christ appearing, at his wound they all stood peering, then proclaimed, no longer fearing, "Lord, we believe!" Thomas, not unlike the others, felt great despair; wanting to believe his brothers, yet could not dare. Doubter, when the Lord invited, touched the death wounds he now sighted, faith and sight were re-united: "Lord, I believe!" Christ has given us a blessing, who since believe, not from hand and side wounds pressing, yet faith receive. Faith is hope paired with assurance, strong conviction, long endurance. Hear us, in our glad concurrence: "Lord, we believe!"