Help Me Believe

Take me back to the time

When I was maybe eight or nine and I believed

When Jesus walked on waters blue

And if He helped me, I could too if I believed

Before rationale, analysis

And systematic thinking

Robbed me of a sweet simplicity

When wonders and when mysteries

Were far less often silly dreams

And childhood fantasies

Help me believe

'Cause I don't want to miss any miracles

Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes

And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in

To touch an angel's wing and I would be free

Help me believe

When mustard seeds made mountains move

A burning bush that spoke for You was good enough

When manna fell from heavens high

Just because You told the sky to open up

Am I too wise to recognize

That everything uncertain

Is certainly a possibility

When logic fails my reasoning

And science crushes underneath

The weight of all that is unseen

Help me believe

'Cause I don't want to miss any miracles

Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes

And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in

To touch an angel's wing and I would be free, free, free

Help me believe

When someone else's education

Plays upon my reservations

I'm the first to cave, I'm the first to bleed

If I abandon all that seeks

To make my faith informed and chic

Could You, would You show Yourself to me?

Help me believe

'Cause I don't want to miss any miracles

Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes

And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in

To touch one of their wings and I would be free

And I would be free and I would be free

Help me believe, help me believe

Could You, would You show Yourself to me?

Could You, would You show Yourself to me?

Help me believe