I can’t feel the holes of the nails,
Can’t put my hand into Your side.
Not see, and believe?
What do you take me for, a fool?
C’mon, Man. Give me a break.
Get me past this proof thing.
Omnipotent? All-powerful ?
Take your best shot.
I want to believe.
Not because You made me or love me.
Or want me with You forever.
No.
I am a traitor, of the highest treason,
The right deed for the wrong reason.
Just in case it’s true, You’re true,
I want some of that kingdom you talked about.
It’s like “Sorry,” so I don’t burn in hell.
Not “Sorry,” because I love you.
How do you get me to belief?
C’mon, give me something here!
If I’m your sheep and all that shepherd stuff is true,
How do You make me believe?
I see everyone’s holes and wounds.
I don’t want to touch them.
Only You.
Touch them ? Touch You?
Wow!
OK.
My thoughts not yours and all that.
Your reasons Your own.
Better than mine, so many times.
Got it.
No proof needed.
You have gifted me with them.
They are You.
