Doubting Thomas

Sometimes I’m doubting Thomas

And need to see and touch to believe

Sometimes I’m the complaining Israelites

And nothing seems to be good enough

Forgive me O Lord for my intermittent doubts

For the complaints spewing out of my mouth

Who am I that my finger should wave at You

You’ve given me life when none was due

Look at the blessings you’ve poured over me

How could I possibly whine or complain 

When You’ve given purpose and meaning

I find myself thinking just shut your mouth

I cant take a breath without You allowing it

My heart can’t beat without Your permission

Who am I to tell You how to run my life

When I can only see so little and so far

Forgive the selfish me that is demanding

I am grateful for all that You’ve done for me

And I humbly lay myself at Your feet in honor

Beat down the pride that keeps growing

And help me to lead a life of humility

I want no fame for myself in any way

But all glory to go to You and You alone