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 

I'm a doubting Thomas 
I'll take your promise 
You've always kept me safe 
Oh me of little faith