It's well past midnightnAnd I'm awake with questions that won'tnWait for daylightnSeparating fact from my imaginary fictionnOn this shelf of my convictionnI need to find a placenWhere You and I come face to facennThomas needednProof that You had really risennUndefeatednWhen he placed his fingersnWhere the nails once broke Your skinnDid his faith finally begin?nI've lied if I've deniednThe common ground I've shared with himnnAnd I, I really want to know YounI want to make each daynA different way that I can show You hownI really want to love YounBe patient with my doubtnI'm just tryin' to figure out Your willnAnd I really want to know You stillnnNicodemusnCould not understand how You couldnTruly free usnHe struggled with the imagenOf a grown man born againnWe might have been good friendsnCuz sometimes I still question, toonHow easily we come to YounnNo more campin' on the porch of indecisionnNo more sleepin' under stars of apathynAnd it might be easier to dreamnBut dreamin's not for me