Doubting Thomas

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 the soul saving love or just the dirt of all the men who've known me?
I'm a doubting Thomas.
I took the promise.
I do not feel the same.
Oh Me of little faith
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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 because 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.
I can't keep my promises.
Oh Me of little faith.
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Can I be used to help others find Truth when I'm scared that I'll find proof that its a lie?
Can I be lead down the trail dropping bread crumbs 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's safe.

Oh Me of little faith.
Oh me of little faith.

~Nickel Creek