Doubting Thomas

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

Beside 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

Though I know nothing's safe

Oh, me of little faith

Oh, me of little faith