Can’t figure where I want to be There’s a thousand reasons every day to change my way of thinking But there’s still no reason good enough for me There’s so many paths that I could easily walk on And most of them look good and wide and free A thousand pretty places where I could stop and dally But there’s still no place that’s good enough for me Where else could I go? Who else could I hear? You have the words of life. What more could I know? Who else should I fear? You have the words of life. There’s so many things that I’m still comprehending Many things hard to believe There’s a thousand easy answers that I could pin my hopes to But there’s still no answer good enough for me. Where else could I go? Who else could I hear? You have the words of life. What more could I know? Who else should I fear? You have the words of life.

Peter and Andrew, James and John Called from their fishing boats to journey on Matthew, the tax man, leaving wealth behind Travelling onwards, new life to find Philip, Bartholomew, Simon and Jude Thaddaeus, and then the one who proved untrue Ten faithful followers, for all to see Judas who betrayed him – and then there’s me Thomas the Doubter is my name Doubting will always be my fame I bear the title, I bear the shame There goes Thomas the Doubter I stood beside him as with love he spoke Preaching the kingdom to the common folk Healing and blessing all the ones in need Lame men were leaping, and the captives freed Huddled in panic in the boat was I Jesus asleep until he heard our cry I saw the sea becoming calm and still Wind, waves and weather all obeyed his will Thomas the Doubter is my name Doubting will always be my fame I bear the title, I bear the shame There goes Thomas the Doubter I followed, faithful, even when I knew Death was the only end we had in view “Let us go with him to Jerusalem”, said I “That is the place where we all will die” Nailed to the cross he was, and laid to rest “Love one another” was his last bequest I needed silence to absorb my pain How could I ever know he’d rise again? “Thomas, he’s risen” was the sudden word Outside the moment that others shared My heart too full to believe the truth “Show me the wounds” I said –“I need proof” Gracious, unflinching, Jesus by my side Evidence that never could be denied “Blessed are you, believing what you see More blessed the sightless who believe in me”. Thomas the Doubter now no more But Thomas the servant of the Lord I saw him risen, and I am sure No more Thomas the Doubter

Verses It’s a long, long way down a country road And we’re walking tired and we’re walkin’ slow Got hearts as heavy as a bag of lead We thought he was something, but now he’s dead Saw him walkin and talkin just the way he did To the dads and the mommas and the little kids With so many stories that you’ve never read We thought he was something but now he’s dead. And the things we saw, and the things we believed And the miracles you never thought you’d ever see Now we’re walkin this road with a tired tread We thought he was something, but now he’s dead. Then a stranger comes near, “Can I walk alongside?” We shoulda been friendly but we never tried “We’re just heading onwards, we’re lookin for a bed” We thought he was something, but now he’s dead. “Whatcha talkin about? Why are you so sad? What’s on your mind – must be something bad!” Too much to tell, too many tears been shed We thought he was something, but now he’s dead. Are you a stranger? Have you never heard ‘Bout the new Messiah and his powerful words Jesus of Nazareth was his name, we said We thought he was something, but now he’s dead. Walk with us, talk with us Maybe it’s not the end Walk with us, talk with us We’re starting to comprehend Keep on talking, my friend We were disciples, followed all the way From the start of his journey to the final day We’ve heard it and seen it, from A to Zed We thought he was something, but now he’s dead. “You fools!” said the stranger, “Your hearts are slow You gotta believe before you can know The Scriptures tell everything about the Christ He has to suffer, and he has to die. Walk with us, talk with us Maybe it’s not the end Walk with us, talk with us We’re starting to comprehend Keep on talking, my friend “There’s a house just here – won’t you stay for the night We been walking in darkness, but maybe there’s a light”. Then he looked up to heaven and he broke the bread We looked at one another – he’s no longer dead! Straight back on the road, all our weariness gone Back along that road to where we came from Tried to tell the disciples, but they just said He’s appeared to Peter – he’s no longer dead! Walk with us, talk with us Maybe it’s not the end Walk with us, talk with us We’re starting to comprehend Keep on talking, my friend