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