Doubting Thomas
I didn't expect to post again tonight, but I came across this absolutely fantastic Nickel Creek song. Many Christians put up a brave front, but truthfully (at least based on those I've talked to), faith isn't always as strong as we'd like it to be. Frequently, it's because we try to grasp spirituality from an intellectual perspective (a plug for my other post of the day...feel free to read it below this post). And, this song perfectly captures those moments of questioning.
Enjoy the words...and go listen at www.myspace.com/nickelcreek.
"Doubting Thomas"
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 truth
When I'm scared I'll find proof that it's a lie
Can I be led down a trail dropping bread crumbs
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
Enjoy the words...and go listen at www.myspace.com/nickelcreek.
"Doubting Thomas"
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 truth
When I'm scared I'll find proof that it's a lie
Can I be led down a trail dropping bread crumbs
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
2 Comments:
Have you ever been glad that you're as unsure as you are, because you know it's spared you the trials of a stronger faith?
By Corrie, at 6:47 AM
I haven't read your blog in a while. I'll try to do that sometime in the nearish future...
By cr, at 12:22 PM
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