When Tho­mas heard from Je­sus,
Now come and fol­low me,
He sure­ly went with glad­ness,
For there was much to see.
He wit­nessed Je­sus’ teach­ing
And saw his heal­ing touch;
He found a faith to guide him,
A friend he loved so much.

When Je­sus spoke of hea­ven,
Bold Tho­mas dared to say,
We don’t know where you’re go­ing!
How can we know the way?
He want­ed un­der­stand­ing
Of what he could not see.
Then Je­sus re­as­sured him,
The way is here—through me.

When crowds began to mur­mur
And lead­ers raised their cry,
Brave Tho­mas spoke out firm­ly,
Let’s go with him and die.
He ate at Je­sus’ ta­ble,
Partaking wine and bread;
Yet lat­er with the oth­ers,
He saw the cross and fled.

What joy on East­er ev­en­ing
When ma­ny saw the Lord!
Yet Tho­mas was not with them
And would not trust their word.
When Christ ap­peared before him,
His doubts were quick­ly gone;
He glad­ly knew that ev­en­ing
The joy of East­er dawn.

That man of faith saw Je­sus
At break­fast by the sea;
At Pen­te­cost he wit­nessed
So oth­ers would be­lieve.
O Lord, may we—like Tho­mas—
Keep grow­ing day by day;
Increase our faith and guide us,
For Lord, you are the Way.