Waiting from Firesale by Timid, the Brave

I am waiting, I have prayed
But all I’ve heard are the silent sounds of the still parade
The sun is fading on my youth
I need more than borrowed praise and hollow truth

I don’t need a pillar of fire
I don’t need water from a stone
I drink when I’m thirsty like I question what I know
So won’t you throw this waiting dog a bone?

Too much like Thomas, but I’ve earned the name
There might be smoke, but there’s no fire without a flame
I’ve been told I’m a little like James
The way I doubt my brother’s words to hide my shame

I don’t need to walk on water
I don’t need water turned to wine
But if I walk by faith and not by sight I’m walking blind
So I’m still here, still looking for a sign

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