How dare I remain here doubting
Trembling even without a cross to bare
Such conviction in their shouting
As their voices ascend high with Him into the air
I am a Doubting Thomas, needing proof
But, who am I to test the One who gave His life for mine
Shattered in my existence, He made me new
As He took my hand and open my own with His eyes
Lord, Your Love is the proof of what Your Love can do
How dare I stand here idly
Fighting my fear, when He said He’d provide
Me with words in their proper time
So that He could lead His lost sheep by His Spirit’s guide
I am a Martyr like Peter, not recognizing consequence
Three times I denied Christ, only to have Him comfort me
And, I will pay the price for the Lord’s justice
Crucified head-first, unworthy of my Lord’s own suffering
Lord, Your Love is the proof of what Your Love can do
How dare I remain here doubting
How dare I stand here idly