Doubting Thomas - Steve Tilston

You’d think by now I’d know the path to choose

Still I’m confounded and confused

You’d think by now that I would see the way

Through the vale of tears to Judgement day

Some may say that I am in denial

A blind leap of faith can’t reconcile

Some would send me to the flames

Doubting Thomas is my middle name

I don’t believe in miracles or fate

I can’t get my head round heaven’s gate

False -faced prophets pedal paradise

Blind obedience is the going price

Rich man thinks there has to be a way to buy

To pass the camel through a needle’s eye

The poor pass through this world in chains

Doubting Thomas etc

Will I still be searching when this candle it burns out

I didn’t choose to be confused or choose to doubt

I can’t help the workings of my mind

Sometimes it runs smooth and sometimes grinds

One day my cup’s dry then overspills

Sometimes I’m a slave to my own free will

Who knows where this confused story ends?

I’d like to call the carpenter my friend

Twisted words have warped the frame

Doubting Thomas etc

Just say science is to blame