Doubting Thomas

All my life I've been working toward something

Believing these hands could get me through

As my heart collects dust upon the shelves of my life

My hands are busy working up to you

And it seems that this goes on forever

One more rung on a ladder ten miles high

And as I sweat working one hand or the other every day

I look up, see the distance, start to cry

So I'm Doubting Thomas and what can I do

When my sandcastles don't get me closer to you

And the waves wash away what I thought was the truth

In my hands, I have to open up my heart.

My arm's worn out from punching the air

As if I'm fighting with opponents never there

Yet I know deep inside that this fight is with my soul

Stop spitting in the wind and let the Father take control

So I'm Doubting Thomas and what can I do

When my sandcastles don't get me closer to you

As they all wash away what I thought was the truth

In my hands, I have to open up my heart.

My hands are tied and I'm drowning

My hands are tied what can I do

My hands are tied and I'm drowning without you

So I'm Doubting Thomas and what can I do

When my sandcastles don't get me closer to you

As they all wash away, look for a truth

In my hands, I have to open up my heart.

So I'm Doubting Thomas and what can I do

When my sandcastles don't get me closer to you

As they all wash away and search for the truth

In my hands, I have to open up my heart.