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Help Me Believe - Nichole Nordeman
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
Help me believe
When someone else 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
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
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
