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
-Nichole Nordeman
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