Woorden: Nichole Nordeman. This Mystery. 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 to
If I believed

Before rational analysis and systematic thinking
Robbed me of a sweet simplicity
When wonders and when mysterys
Were far less often silly dreams
and Childhood fantasys

CHORUS:
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 grown up skin I'm in
To touch an Angels wing
And I would be free
Help me believe

When mustard seeds made mountians 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 to wise to recognize that everythin uncertain
is certainly a possibility
When logic fails my reasoning
and science crushes underneath
The weight of all that is unseen

CHORUS

When someone elses education
plays upon my reservation
I'm the first to cave
I'm the first to bleed
If I abondoned all that seeks
To make my faith informed and chic
Could you?
would you?
show your self to me?

CHORUS