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 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'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 can't keep my promises, 'Cause i don't know what's safe, oh me of little faith Can… Read more
