Doubting Thomas

Just what you said to me is ringing in my head,

Two-thousand years ago, you raised yourself from the dead, from the dead,  

Just what you did for us, is reeling in my mind,

Got yourself hung on a tree, for the future of mankind,

CHORUS- Then you let him put his fingers in your wounds, 

                But, I'm not a doubting Thomas, I know your coming soon,

With sword and fire, like a Jove out at sea,

You'll come to cleanse the Earth, of its infirmity,

Your awesome healing power, has soothed my tortured soul,

You sent the Holy Spirit, to make my body whole,

CHORUS- 

You let the Romans beat you down, so you lift me up,

You wore the thistled-bloody crown, to leave us the holy cup,

I don't want to be a doubting Thomas, I'll tell you why,

I want to be with you in heaven, on the day I die,

CHORUS- FINIS

Copyright 2008 Lyrics, Composition & Music by Oscar H. Erlanson III