Oct 27, 2005 13:14
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 cleansing love
or just the dirt above and below me
I'm a doubting Thomas
I took a promise
but I don't know what's 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'll bet he's holding his breath
as I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power
I'm a doubting thomas
i cantkeep my promises
cause i dont know what's safe
oh me of little faith
can i be used to help others find truth
when i'm scare i'll find proof that its a lie
can i be lead 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 tak your promise
though i know nothing's safe
oh me....of little faith