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The Door of Faith


On a Sunday morning, they found the empty tomb

Then they ran back to the upper room.

I was not there; I was locked out

Left to dwell alone in doubt.



But I want to know if He is alive

To see His face and hear His voice again

If only once more His hand to hold

The life we had shared more precious than gold



My brothers told me, they told me who they saw

But my doubt became my law:

I won’t believe if I can’t see

The signs He suffered death for me



I said: “Unless I touch His pierced side,

and see His scars with my own eyes,

There can be no relief, but only pain and grief.

All I know is that He died.”



Then another week had passed,

I flew my faith at half-mast.

Trapped inside myself, the doors were locked again

But He made a way, a way to enter in.



He said: “Place your hand into My side,

and see My scars with your own eyes.

Like a falling leaf, let go of unbelief,

the Door of Faith is open wide.



“Place your hand into My side,

and see My scars with your own eyes.

This Love you cannot kill, my Heart is beating still,

the Door of Faith is open wide.”



I remember those dark days when I thought that all was lost.

All my hopes and dreams had been nailed upon the Cross.

Oh, but He showed me His hands and side, I felt his warm breath.

I’ve seen the light of life, I’ve known the death of death.



Blessed are you who have not seen the Lord

Or touched his Sacred Heart pierced by the soldier’s sword,

For love is the eye, to love is to see,

To open this door, faith is the key.



So place your fears into His side,

where true charity abides

Close the door of doubt, He is the way out,

the Door of Faith is open wide…



My Lord and My God!

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