since there's nothing new under the sun

i swear that i do a) have my own thoughts, and b) listen to something other than nickel creek. but these lyrics from "doubting thomas" say it today:

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.
You've always kept me safe.
Oh, me of little faith.

"Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!" (mark 9:24)