A wasted day! No song of praise
Wells up from depths of grateful heart,
Yet others long to hear our lays,
The souls that dwell in gloom apart.
A wasted day! No kindly deed;
No cup of water, cool and sweet,
We bear to other souls in need,
Nor lead some pilgrim’s straying feet.
A wasted day! No victory won,
The sword lies idle in its sheath,
If deeds of valour be undone,
How can we wear the conqueror’s wreath?
Thomas was not with the other apostles when Jesus appeared to them on the evening of the Resurrection. Through his absence he missed the revealing of Jesus when he came that night and stood in the midst of the little company alive, and showed them his hands. The other apostles went out from the room with hearts full of joy. They had their friend again. We have no record of what happened that week, but we are sure they were wondrously glad. A pastor tells of one who came to him with a great spiritual burden and whom he helped and let out into the light. The person said, “I have seemed to be walking on air all the week.” This must have been the experience of these apostles after Jesus had appeared to them that night. But think of Thomas all that week. He had missed seeing the risen Jesus. His sorrow was uncomforted. There were no songs in his heart.
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