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1. I have not seen, how am I to believe?
My eyes have never marked the risen Christ.
Is one to trust the stories others tell,
God raising up what has been sacrificed?
2. I have not felt his hands, stone cold, grow warm,
nor heard that heart, once silenced, beat again,
yet here I am, surrounded by a faith
that apprehends his presence now as then.
3. We hope for signs, but in the end must trust
that risen Life, arising, surely weaves
with faith and doubt alike a living truth
that blesses all who question to believe.
From Songs for the Cycle ©2004 by Michael Hudson.
Church Publishing Incorporated. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
