I'm Like Thomas Doubting

Fingers Routing The Scars

Of Your Wrists And Side

Touching Flesh Will Make My Mind Believe



But I Want To Be Like David

Throw His Clothes To The Wind

To Dance A Jig, In My Skin

And Be Re-made By Your Cleansing Again



Chorus:

I Give You Myself

It's All That I Have

Broken And Frail

I'm Clay In Your Hands

And I'm Spinning Unconcealed

Dizzy On This Wheel

For You My Love



I'm Like Peter Crying

Crowing Burning My Ears

Still You Come Near

You Take My Hand

And Place It Upon An Eternal Chance