
Date of issue: 01.07.2014
Song language: English
The Doubtful One |
Brother Thomas, did you walk away from Jesus wondering if it was all a dream? |
Did all your doubts creep back and tell you that your fingers hadn’t ever |
touched a single thing? |
Cause I have read that story so many times where you healed that man and he |
could see perfectly again |
But in between it reads that all he saw were men as trees, and that’s all that |
seems to cloud my vision |
Cause all the friends I have have never ever ever met you |
Does that mean that they deserve to die? |
But I heard once that you came here as love for all of us |
And not to pull the wood from out of our eyes |
My mother, she was always working in the yard growing life from your sun and |
from her dirt |
So I would read those words but nothing ever seemed to grow except my lonely |
brother’s hurt |
Oh holy preacher, did you ever think that maybe there was more to life than |
dying in a pew? |
Isn’t this whole world just hell enough for all of us, do you have to murder |
them for all the things they do |
Cause all the friends I know have never ever heard you speak and I know when |
you speak it brings up life |
So would you, pretty please, come speak to all of them and me, growing us |
collectively into your wife |
Lead me to the mountain, write it out on those stone tablets what it is that |
you decide’s the truth |
But I think I want my hands to bleed from loving, not from condemning |
Isn’t love what he would have us do? |
All my friends and I, we have stolen, we have lied, and we have looked upon |
each other full of lust |
But you carried your cross when it seemed that I was lost, so I know that you |
could carry all of us |