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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