Doubting Thomas

What will be left when I've drawn my last breath?

Besides the folks I've met and the folks who know 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

I do not feel safe

Oh me of little faith

Sometimes I pray for a slap in my 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 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

Though I know nothing's safe

Oh me of little faith

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