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 recognise 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

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

I would be free

I would be free

Help me believe

Help me believe

Could You, would You show Yourself to me

Could You, would You shoy Yourself to me

Help me believe