The Doubtful One - The Collection

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