It’s well past midnight

And I’m awake with questions that won’t

Wait for daylight

Separating fact from my imaginary fiction

On this shelf of my conviction

I need to find a place

Where You and I come face to face

Thomas needed

Proof that You had really risen

Undefeated

When he placed his fingers

Where the nails once broke Your skin

Did his faith finally begin?

I’ve lied if I’ve denied

The common ground I’ve shared with him



And I, I really want to know You

I want to make each day

A different way that I can show You how

I really want to love You

Be patient with my doubt

I’m just tryin’ to figure out Your will

And I really want to know You still



Nicodemus

Could not understand how You could

Truly free us

He struggled with the image

Of a grown man born again

We might have been good friends

Cuz sometimes I still question, too

How easily we come to You



No more campin’ on the porch of indecision

No more sleepin’ under stars of apathy

And it might be easier to dream

But dreamin’s not for me