It's well past midnight And I'm awake with questions that won't Wait for daylight Separating fact from my imaginary fiction On this shelf of my conviction I need to find a place Where You and I come face to face
Thomas needed Proof that You had really risen Undefeated When he placed his fingers Where the nails once broke Your skin Did his faith finally begin? I've lied if I've denied The common ground I've shared with him
And I, I really want to know You I want to make each day A different way that I can show You how I really want to love You Be patient with my doubt I'm just tryin' to figure out Your will And I really want to know You still
Nicodemus Could not understand how You could Truly free us He struggled with the image Of a grown man born again We might have been good friends Cuz sometimes I still question, too How easily we come to You
No more campin' on the porch of indecision No more sleepin' under stars of apathy And it might be easier to dream But dreamin's not for me
