Doubting Thomas

What will be left when I've drawn my last breath Besides the folks I've met and the folks who 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 breadcrumbs 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 nothing's safe Oh, me of little faith Oh, me of little faith