what will be left when I’ve drawn my last breath,
besides the folks I’ve met and folks who know me?
will I discover the soul-saving love
or just the dirt above and below me?
I’m a doubting Thomas,
I took a promise
and I do not feel safe;
oh, me of little faith.
sometimes I pray for a slap in the face;
then I beg to be spared, ’cause I’m a coward.
if there’s a master of death, I bet he’s holding
his breath, ’cause i show the blind and tell the deaf about his power….
I’m a doubting Thomas
I can’t keep my promises
’cause I don’t know what’s safe
Oh, me of little faith.
can I be used to help others find truth?
when I’m scared, I’ll find proof that it’s a lie…
can i be lead down a trail dropping breadcrumbs
to prove i’m not ready to die?
please give me time to decipher the signs
please forgive for time that i’ve wasted
i’m a doubting Thomas
i’ll take your promise
though i know nothing to say
oh, me of little faith
oh,me of little faith