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