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