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(TO KNOW YOU--For Jesus, I really mean it)It's well past midnight--And I'm awake with questions that won't--Wait for daylight--Seperating fact from my imaginary fiction--On this shelf of my conviction--I need to find a place--Where You & I come face to face/Thomas needed--Proof that You had 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 trying 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 sleeping under stars of apathy--And it might be easier to dream--But dreamin's not for for me (N/N)MOVE ALL HTML CODES (IMAGES/WIDGETS/SLIDESHOWS/VIDEOS) BELOW THIS CODE(TO KNOW YOU--For Jesus, I really mean it)It's well past midnight--And I'm awake with questions that won't--Wait for daylight--Seperating fact from my imaginary fiction--On this shelf of my conviction--I need to find a place--Where You & I come face to face/Thomas needed--Proof that You had 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 trying 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 sleeping under stars of apathy--And it might be easier to dream--But dreamin's not for for me (N/N)