Take me back to a time
When I was maybe 8 or 9
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
Where far less often silly dreams
And childhood fantasies.
Help me believe
'Cause I don't wanna miss any miracles.
Maybe I'd see
Much better by closing my eyes.
And I could 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 mountains 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 wanna miss any miracles.
Maybe I'd see
Much better by closing my eyes.
And I could shed this grownup skin I'm in,
To touch an angel's wing.
And I would be free..
Help me believe.
When someone elses education
Plays upon my reservations
I'm the first to cave,
I'm the first to bleed.
If I abandoned 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 wanna miss any miracles.
Maybe I'd see
Much better by closing my eyes.
And I could shed this grownup skin I'm in,
To touch an angel's wing.
And I would be free..
Help me believe.
