What will be left when I've drawn my last breath Besides the folks I've met and the folks who've known me Will I discover a soul-saving love Or just the dirt above and below me
I'm a doubting Thomas I took a promise But 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 As 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 led down a trail dropping bread crumbs That prove I'm not ready to die
Please give me time to decipher the signs Please forgive me for time that I've wasted
I'm a doubting Thomas I'll take your promise You've always kept me safe Oh me of little faith
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