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 [bad word] 
 When I'm scared I'll find proof that it's a lie
 Can I be led down a trail dropping bread [bad word] 
 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
 Though I know nothin's safe
 Oh me of little faith