Oh me of little faith

"What will be left when I've drawn my last breath,
besides the folks I've met and the folks that 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
'cause 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 nothings safe.
Oh me of little faith.
Oh me of little faith."