Thomas’ Song

Ken Young

Jesus, You were all to me,

Why did You die on Calvary?

Oh Lamb of God, I fail to see

How this could be part of the plan…

They say that You’re alive again,

But I saw death and every sin

Reach out to claim their darkest win;

How could this be part of the plan…


If I could only hold Your hand,

And touch the scars

Where nails were driven;

I would need to feel Your side

Where holy flesh

By spear was riven

Then I’d believe,

Only then I’d believe

Your cruel death

Was part of a heavenly plan!


Holy presence, holy face;

A vision filling time and space.

Your nearness makes my spirit race.

Could this be part of the plan?

I see the wounds that caused the cry,

From heaven, ocean, earth and sky;

When people watched their Savior die.

Could this be part of the plan?


Reaching out to hold Your hand,

And touch the scars

Where nails were driven;

Coming near I feel Your side

Where holy flesh

By spear was riven

Now I believe, Jesus, now I believe

Your cruel death

Was part of a heavenly plan!


I proudly say with blazon cry:

“You are my Lord and my God!”