Black Eyed Sceva

If there's poetry in God's mystery
It's in the way he reveals himself to me

So you'll believe when you see?
I say you won't see 'til you believe
Thomas said until I see in his hands the print of the nails
Thomas said until I stick my finger in the print of the nails

Thomas saw the nail holes
Thomas saw the nail holes

Do we need the nail holes?
Do we need the nail holes?

I don't need the nail holes.
I don't need the nail holes.