What will be left when Ive drawn my last breath Besides the folks Ive met and the folks whove known me Will I discover a soul-saving love Or just the dirt above and below me Im 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 Im a coward If theres a master of death I bet hes holding his breath As I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power Im a doubting Thomas I cant keep my promises Cause I dont know whats safe Oh me of little faith Can I be used to help others find truth When Im scared Ill find proof that its a lie Can I be led down a trail dropping bread crumbs That prove Im not ready to die Please give me time to decipher the signs Please forgive me for time that Ive wasted Im a doubting Thomas Ill take your promise Though I know nothins safe Oh me of little faith..
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 02:39:14 +0000
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