me of little faith...

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 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 lead 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 take your promises though I know nothing's "safe."

Oh me of little faith.

Nickel Creek

"In this you gratly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith--of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire,--may be proven genuine and may result in praise, glory, and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. Though you have not seen Him, you love Him; and even though you do not see Him now, you believe in Him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the goal of your faith...the salvation of your souls"

1 Peter 1:6-9