[Verse] Skeptic with the brows furrowed, thoughts turnin' Questions burnin', where's the proof I'm yearnin'? Thomas in the shadows, doubt unfurlin' Need the wounds, the sight, faith churnin'. [Verse 2] Empty tomb, rollin' stones, he ain’t believin' Rumors flew, He rose, but still grievin' Apostles' joy, Thomas disbelievin’ "Show me wounds", or I’m leavin'. [chorus] Historian of the doubt, now faithful’s bridgin’ From skeptic alleys to worships singin' No more questionin', just straight believin' Praise Him loud, salvation bringin’. [Bridge]