Oh me of little faith...

[onnesaitjamais]

What will be left when I've drawn my last breath
Besides the folks I've met and those 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
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
'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 find others find truth
when I'm scared I'll find proof that it's a lie?
Can I be led down the trail dropping breadcrumbs
to 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 is safe
Oh me of little faith...